1864. 



N-EW ENGLA>T) FARTHER. 



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Termin. 



Tbe Elder, after many days, arrived safe and 

 sound. On a special occasion, he related to his 

 dear people all the incidents of his long journey, 

 the hearty reception he met with at the White 

 House, presenting to them the thanks of tbe 

 President and those in authority with him, and 

 also the blessings they pronounced upon them 

 and their cows to all future generations. The 

 Elder then presented the large piece of cheese 

 the President sent back to them, that they might 

 partake of the bounties of their own productions, 

 and rejoice in the great success which had crowned 

 their labors. 



About tbe time this mammoth cheese was 

 made, there appeared in the Pittsfield Sim a de- 

 scription in verse of the scene which then tran- 

 spired in Cheshire, said to have been written by 

 Dr. Asa Burbank, of Lanesborough, which had a 

 wide-spread circulation throughout this and for- 

 eign lands, to the admiration of all those who 

 chanced to read them. They have been long for- 

 gotten. They are now reproduced from tbe mem- 

 ory of an old man, who learned them at the time. 

 The following is a copy and no doubt nearly cor- 

 rect : 



From meadows rich with clover red, 



A thousand heifers come, 

 The tinkling bells, the tidings spread — 

 The milkmaid muffles up her head 



And wakes the village hum. 



In shining pans, the snowr flood 



Through whitened canvass pours. 

 The dyeing pots of ottar good, 

 The rennet tinged with madder blood. 

 Are sought among oar stores. 



The quivering curd in panniers stowed. 



Is loaded on the jade, 

 The stumbling be;ist supports the load, 

 ■While trickling whey bedews the road, 



Along the dusty glade. 



As Cairo's slaves to bondage bred, 



Through arid dejjerts roam, 

 Through trackless sand undaunted tread, 

 "With skins of water o'er their head, 



To cheer their master home. 



So here full many a sturdy swain 



His precious luggage bore. 

 Old misers now forgot their gain. 

 And bed-rid cripples free from pain, 



Now took the road before. 



The widow with her dripping mite, 



Upon the saddle horn, 

 Rode up in baste to view the sight. 

 And add a charity so right — 



A pauper so forlorn. 



The rabble then an opening drew. 



Upon the verdant grass. 

 To let the vast procession through 

 To spread the rich repast in view. 



And let John Leland pass. 



Then Elder John with HAed eyes 



In musing posture stood. 

 Invoked a Messing from the skies, 

 To save from vermin, mice and flies, 



And keep the bounty good. 



Now mellow strokes the yielding pile 



From polished steel receives ; 

 Ye shining nymphs stand still a while. 

 And mix the mass with salt and oil. 



With sage and savory leav&s. 



The sexton, like the patriot troop. 

 With naked arms around, 



Embraced with hardy hands the scoop 

 To fill the vast extended hoop. 

 While beetles smacked it down. 



Next gtrdmg screw from ponderous beam. 



With heft immense drew down. 

 The gushing whey from every seam. 

 Flowed through the streets a rapid stream. 



And shad c&me up to town. 



Beekshirs. 



F.T tSe yew England Fanmer, 

 CUTTXK'Q FEED FOB HOESES. 



Messrs. Editors : — Xoticing an inquiry a few 

 weeks since in the *\>ir England Farmer in re- 

 gard to cutting feed for horses, I would say that 

 I have had fifteen years experience in that way of 

 feeding, and have not thrown the straw cutter 

 aside yet. That a working team will do much 

 belter on cut hay, with meal, than on whole hay, 

 with oats, I have not the least doubt, and I think 

 it will take about one-quarter less hay, and keep 

 the team in better condition. 



A horse that is feed on cat feed drinks rery 

 little water, (his hay, meal and water, all go to- 

 gether,) he wastes nothing, every thing is eat up 

 clean. Horses that are fed on cut feed do not 

 look hollow and gaunt, as horses sometimes do 

 that are fed on whole hay and oats ; they do not 

 drink such excessive quantities of water and do 

 not have to supply moisture to enable them to eat 

 their feed, and they have more time for rest. 



A horse that stands in the stable and is used 

 only occasionally. I should prefer to let him cut 

 his own feed. .\ horse that is worked every day 

 will eat about three bushels of cut hay, with six 

 quarts of corn-meal, in twenty-four hours, and 

 keep in good condition. Any one will soon find 

 how much a horse will eat ; ther need all tSey 

 will eat, and eat clean, so that when you give tbem 

 their feed their manger will be as clean as though 

 it was brushed out. Com and rye, ground fine, 

 make good feed for a work horse, but for a young 

 horse, I should prefer a greater portion of oat 

 meal, or shorts, as clear com or lye might tend 

 to stiffen a young horse. 



Hay may be cut on stormy days. It is a good 

 plan to cut enough to last two or three weeks, 

 whenever one has leisure. Some mix their feed 

 in a box, but I prefer a light manger, throw in the 

 cut hay and water, stir well, and then stir in the 

 meal. Cut feed, mixed in the above way will not 

 freeze in the coldest weather. It is a good plan 

 in tbe coldest weather to take a pail of hot water 

 from the bouse, and I think cut feed is better 

 mixed with hot water at any time. Straw is 

 often mixed with hay, and 1 do not know bat 

 horses do as well on this mixture as on clear hay. 

 I should prefer good wheat straw, oat straw often 

 makes a horse scour. 



In regard to straw cutters, I should never boy 

 one that cuts on a raw hide roller, as they are tbe 

 most expensive machine to keep in repair, as tbe 

 roller will last but two or three years, where the 

 machine is much used, and it is more work to 

 keep them in running order than any other ma- 

 chine I know anything about. 



The above is my experience in feeding cut 

 feed ; it is the result of fifteen years' practice with 

 a good straw cutter on hand, in good running or- 

 der, and in constant use. A Scbscribek. 



Middlebttry, J7., March o, 1864. 



