@ Cure for Winter 
mixture that can be compounded in any country 
kitchen. But that is the trouble with it, —it is a 
home 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. But 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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