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mixture that can be compounded in any country 

 kitchen. But that is the trouble with it, — it is a 

 //07ne remedy that cannot be bought of the apothe- 

 cary. There is more trouble with it, too, largely on 

 account of the regularity with which milking time 

 returns and the dose of chores. 15ut it is effective. 

 A farm and congenial chores are a sovereign cure 

 for uncongenial time. 



Here on the farm the signs of coming winter are 

 not ominous signs. The pensive, mellowing days of 

 early autumn have been preparing the garden and 

 your mind for the shock of the first frost. Once past 

 this and winter is welcome ; it becomes a physical, 

 spiritual need. The blood reddens at the promise of 

 it ; the soul turns comfortingly in and finds itself ; 

 and the digging of the potatoes commences, and the 

 shocking of the corn, the picking of the apples, the 

 piling up on the sunny side of the barn of the big 

 golden squashes. 



A single golden squash holds over almost enough 

 of the summer to keep a long winter away from the 

 farm; and the six of them in the attic, filling the 

 rafter room with sunshine, never allow the hoary old 

 monarch to show more than his face at the skylight. 



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