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&he  RURAL  NEW-YORKER 
November  18,  1910. 
The  Pastoral  Parson  on  the  Lonely  Road 
Fall  on  the  Farm 
By  Rev.  Geo.  B.  Gilbert 
The  Fear  of  The  Fall. — It  is  too 
bad.  and  yet  not  strange,  that  many  on 
the  Lonely  Road  dread  the  Fall.  While 
this  ripeness  of  the  year  with  its  glorious 
foliage  ought  to  be  a  real  joy  to  us.  there 
is  certainly  much  on  the  farm  that  tends 
to  make  us  worry.  How  short  the  days 
are!  The  afternoons  amount  to  almost 
milling  and  you  have  to  get  up  in  the 
night  to  got  along  in  the  forenoon.  You 
hale  to  feed  and  treat  the  stock  as 
though  it  were  Winter,  and  they  positive¬ 
ly  refuse  to  think  it  is  Summer.  You 
hate  to  feed  front  the  barn,  and  the  cows 
hate  to  feed  from  the  pasture  or  mea¬ 
dows.  You  come  out  from  dinner  and 
there  they  are  at  the  bars  as  though  it 
were  night.  You  go  to  work  and  they 
yell  at.  and  scold  you,  till  it  gets  on  your 
nerves. 
As  Orchard  Echo. — Those  words 
sound  nice,  but  the  echo  doesn’t.  It’s 
from  the  calves  staked  out  down  hack  of 
the  orchard.  How  a  calf  will  blat  in  the 
Fall!  You  picked  out  a  good  place.  In 
the  Spring  he  would  die  eating'  it ;  now 
he  will  die  rather  than  eat  it.  Ilis  voice 
lings  out  quite  true  in  the  forenoon,  but 
in  the  afternoon  it  breaks  terribly.  If 
the  Pastoral  Parson  should  he  dropped, 
from  the  sky,  blindfold,  and  asked  to  tell 
the  season  of  the  year,  he  would  listen  for 
the  blat  ting  of  the  calves  behind  the  barn. 
Winter  Follows  Fall.- — But  what  of 
it  !  To  many  people  every  falling  leaf 
starts  a  shiver.  “How  I  dread  the  Win¬ 
ter,”  you  can  hear  them  say.  What  a 
wicked  habit  we  get  into — dreading  the 
future  instead  of  enjoying  the  present. 
The  Pastoral  Parson  used  i<>  make  n  duti¬ 
ful  call  on  a  very  old  lady  neighbor  up 
home,  everythin?  lie  went  up.  But  he  had 
to  quit.  Jt.  was  too  doleful.  The  last 
call  was  on  a  beautiful  hot  day  in  June. 
“A  fine  day,”  I  remarked.  “Yes,  yes,  too 
clear,  too  clear,  A  regular  weather 
breeder.  Sure  to  he  a  storm  soon.”  A 
little  later  1  remarked,  “Great,  this  hot 
weather  for  the  corn.”  “Oh  yes,  yes. 
IIoW  terrible  hot  it  is.  It  always  makes 
me  think  of  the  tenable  cold  weather  we 
shall  have  next.  Winter  to  make  up  for 
it.”  Upon  this  she  actually  choked  up 
and  shed  tears! 
A  Faix  Festival. — Yes,  we  had  a 
great,  time  down  at  the  country  church 
the  other  day.  It  was  our  first  Fall  fes¬ 
tival.  It  was  really  a  fair,  field  day,  and 
festival,  in  one.  While  the  women  folks 
were  getting  up  a  great  dinner,  with  a 
fine  great  dish  of  wild  rabbit  moat  on 
the  side,  the  men  folks,  headed  by  the 
county  agent,  visited  nearby  farms.  A 
lesson  in  scoring  of  cows  was  given 
amidst  most  helpful  discussions.  At  one 
farm  later  in  the  afternoon,  a  very  help¬ 
ful  disc-fission  of  the  pig  question  in  this 
locality  was  taken  up;  when  to  get  pigs, 
how  to  feed  them,  and  good  sites  for  pig 
pastures  were  pointed  out.  Immediately 
after  dinner,  we  had  a  fine  talk  about 
hens  and  how  to  tell  the  host  layers  and 
the  best  breeding  stock.  We  had  four 
pens  of  hens  there  by  the  church  steps. 
It  was  a  fine  sight — these  GO  people  sit¬ 
ting  around  intently  listening  to  this  in¬ 
struction  and  asking  questions!  A  great 
majority  of  them  were  hack-to-tho-land- 
ers.  After  the  poultry  demonstration  the 
women  folks  went  into  the  church  and 
there  had  a  practical  conference  on  foods 
and  cooking,  children’s  dinners,  canning, 
etc.  This  was  led  by  a  woman  from  the 
Storrtj  College  extension  staff.  It  was 
exceeding  helpful  and  to  the  point. 
A  Consecrated  Building. — And  all 
this  took  place  about  and  in  a  conse¬ 
crated  building.  But  we  have  conse¬ 
crated  this  building  to  the  people  that  live 
about  it  as  well  as  to  God.  and  I  take  it 
they  need  it  fully  as  much.  The  senior 
warden  had  his  cattle  there,  as  pretty  a 
pair  as  you  would  want  to  see.  tipping 
tin-  scales  at  nearly  thirty  hundred.  Their 
presence  was  no  disgrace  to  that  church 
yard.  These  cattle  with  two  autos  car¬ 
ried  the  party  from  farm  to  farm.  The 
boys  had  athletics,  and  a  great  day  it 
was  for  all.  As  for  the  woman’s  side  of 
it.  T  will  let  Mrs,  Pastoral  Parson  tell 
that  herself. 
TriE  Grange. — The  Pastoral  Parson 
has  been  doing  quite  a  little  speaking 
around  at  the  different  Granges.  lie  has 
just  returned  from  a  long  trip.  lie  is 
generally  introduced  as  the  Pastoral  Par¬ 
son  of  The  It.  N.-Y.,  and  generally  there 
are  many  who  have  come  from  afar  to 
behold  him.  tine  very  old  man  who  had 
not  been  out  for  an  evening  for  years,  as 
he  gazed  on  the  Pastoral  Parson,  could 
hardly  believe  himself  that  lie  had  really 
seen  him.  In  fact  he  did  not  believe 
there  was  any  such  person — that  the 
whole  thing  was  really  made  up  for  the 
patters.  Ilad  he  really  lived  to  see  the 
day  when  a  minister  would  actually  talk 
like  that — would  really  put  people  first, 
before  creeds  or  credentials,  before  build¬ 
ings  or  bric-a-brac V 
Open  Meetings. — The  Fall  of  the 
yeai  is  the  time  for  the  country  people 
to  get  out  and  away  all  they  can.  The 
evenings  are  long  and  the  work  is  letting 
up  a  little  and  there  arc  the  three  beau¬ 
tiful  moons — the  harvest  moon,  the 
hunter’s  moon  and  the  crazy  moon.  I 
always  advise  the  Grange  to  have  many 
open  meetings.  The  other  day  1  was 
down  on  the  Lonely  Road  and  as  usual, 
pulled  up  at  the  school  house.  Last  year 
in  this  district  one  teacher  staid  one 
day,  another  staid  over  Sunday  and  an¬ 
other  just  a  week.  The  one  I  saw  that 
afternoon  was  the  third  for  this  year.  It 
wasn’t  hard  work  or  bad  hoys  that,  drove 
them  out.  it  was  loneliness  and  strange¬ 
ness.  “You’ll  get  over  to  the  Grange 
meeting  and  supper  tonight?"  I  said.  “I 
expect  not.”  she  answered.  “I’ve  only 
been  in  the  State  a  short  time  and  do 
not  belong  to  the  Grange.”  With  the 
lonely  roadsides  starving  for  wholesome 
gatherings  and  the  multitudes  of  new 
comers  lighting  a  lone  and  often  losing 
battle,  I  would  have  few  meetings  where 
the  door  was  shut.  Open  hearts  and 
open  hands  and  open  countenances  and 
open  meetings  for  the  A^nv  World. 
A  Wayside  Lift. — “We’ll  give  her  a 
lift  if  we’re  late,”  said  the  Pastoral  Par¬ 
son  just  at  dark  one  night  as  he  hacked 
the  car  around  and  turned  in  the  oppo¬ 
site  direction  from  the  country  social  IS 
miles  down  the  river.  “It’s  too  much  for 
A  Partnership  Affair 
that  little  woman  to  walk  homo  tonight.” 
And  where  had  this  little  woman  been  on 
foot  and  how  far  was  she  going?  The 
Friday  before  her  liusbaud  was  at  work 
burying  a  big  rock  and,  as  is  so  liable  to 
happen,  the  rock  fell  into  the  hole  be¬ 
fore  it  was  expected.  It  crushed  his 
limb  terribly  and  sin*  found  him  uncon¬ 
scious  with  the  rock  upon  him.  There 
is  no  neighbor  at  the  old  Poeden  Place 
farm  for  the  longest  mile  you  ever  saw. 
And  that  litilc  woman  went  and  yoked 
up  the  steers  and  put  a  chain  on  the 
farther  side  of  that  rock  and  pulled  it 
oil’.  She  found  he  was  alive  and  got  him 
to  the  house  and  then  drove  off  to  Teach 
a  telephone.  On  the  day  we  turned 
with  the  car  to  give  her  a  lift,  she  had 
v  ■  Iked  seven  miles  in  to  see  her  hus¬ 
band  and,  waiting  long  for  the  doctor, 
was  now  hurrying  home  with  yet  five 
miles  over  the  hills  and  through  tlm  long 
woods.  At  the  base  of  the  foothills,  we 
Overtook  a  charcoal  Wagon  that  could 
take  lier  well  on  towards  home.  As  the 
car  hacked  off  she  tried  to  say  something 
lmt  cc -uldn’t,  :is  the  tears  were  streaming 
down  her  face. 
Paying  The  Bill. — When  such  tena¬ 
ble  and  unexpected  expense  comes  oil  the 
little  farm  of  the  Lonely  Road  it’s  a 
question  how  to  meet,  it.  Something 
must  bo  sold,  and  they  naturally  turn  to 
the  stock.  Parting  with  some  of  this  un¬ 
der  necessity  is  apt  to  make  a  had  mat¬ 
ter  worse,  as  the  cow-shark  will  take  ad¬ 
vantage  of  it.  This  little  woman  has 
promised  not  to  sell  a  tiling  till  the  Pas¬ 
toral  Par  sou  has  seen  her  animals  and 
advised  her  as  to  their  worth.  If  she 
needs  money  now,  he  will  advance  it.  for 
her. 
Fall  Is  Butchering  Time. — But  the 
old-time  butcher  seems  to  have  disap- 
appeared  from  the  face  of  the  earth. 
First  get  the  water  on  and  then  hitch 
up  and  go  after  him  with  his  big  scald¬ 
ing  tub  and  Old  black  candlesticks.  IIow 
the  fragrant  fumes  of  that  liver  and 
sweetbread  would  come  through  the  reg¬ 
ister  to  give  us  heart  to  spring  out  of  a 
warm  bed.  Only  this  week  a  Lonely 
Rond  man  was  telling  me  liis  experiences 
in  getting  his  pig  killed. 
The  New-comer  Butcher. — A  new 
family  had  moved  into  the  borne  by  Ihe 
cranberry  meadow  over  in  the  next  dis¬ 
trict.  and  it  was  reported  that  the  man 
used  to  he  a  butcher.  He  lmd  run  a 
meat  cart  in  old  Vermont.  If  would  be 
a  pleasing  act  of  good  will  to  hire  him. 
lie  was  pleased  to  do  it  and  would  be 
over  Monday.  The  water  was  good  and 
hot  but  he  was  slow  in  coining.  At  last 
a  team  was  seen  rounding  the  curve. 
Gould  it.  be  the  butcher?  Yes.  it  was, 
with  his  wife  and  four  nearly  full-grown 
children.  Of  course  they  were  all  at 
dinner.  It  began  to  snow  hard  in  the 
afternoon.  The  oldest  boy  was  supposed 
to  go  six  miles  beyond  to  get  some  grain. 
He  luing  around  and  hung  around  till 
the  man  of  the  place  suggested  he  hotter 
lie  on  his  way  as  the  snow  was  getting 
deeper  all  the  time.  He  left  about  four 
o’clock.  And  of  all  the  messes  of  butch¬ 
ering!  The  bristles  would  neither 
scrape  off  or  pull  out.  Darkness  settled 
down  and  the  job  bad  to  be  called  doue, 
oven  if  it.  wasn't.  Then  the  whole  fam¬ 
ily  had  to  have  supper  and  then  wait 
and  wait  for  the  boy  who  had  gone  for 
Ihe  feed,  lie  never  showed  up  till  half- 
past  eight  and  then  supper  had  to  be 
gotten  fcih  him.  By  nine  o’clock  the 
family  left  for  home  with  the  exception 
of  the  butcher  himself  who  had  a  little 
more  talking  to  do!  The  snow  was  get¬ 
ting  deeper  and  the  team  got  stuck.  The 
woman  and  girls  got  out  and  walked, 
reaching  home  at  one  o'clock — the  boys 
and  horse  getting  into  a  nearby  barn. 
The  man  himself  at  10  o'clock  started 
out  with  a  lantern  docidiug  in  true  farm¬ 
er  fashion  to  go  “cross-lots.”  lie  got 
lost,  in  the  woods  and  never  got  home 
till  plumb  morning!  And  so  the  hog 
was  killed. 
Faxl  Is  Thanksgiving  Time. — How 
much  Thanksgiving  will  mean  to  those 
who  buy  from  day  to  day  this  year  I 
cannot  say,  but  to  us  farmers  with  our 
well-stocked  cellars  it  must  mean  more 
than  ever  before.  Food  is  so  high  iu 
price  and  going  higher  every  day.  May 
the  good  things  God  has  given  us  come 
to  the  table  as  far  us  possible  iu  the 
shape  and  garb  iu  which  they  came  from 
the  Ilyly  Soil.  Somebody  says  we  have 
put  a  tin  enu  and  a  glass  jar  between  us 
and  the  earth.  The  apple  is  bereft  of  its 
aroma  and  its  beauty  in  the  kitchen,  and 
there  go  spiced  and  flavored  that,  the 
taste  that  God  gave  it  is  never  known  at 
the  dining  table.  Instead  of  bringing  on 
the  beautiful  potato  clad  in  the  armor 
which  Mother  Earth  gave  it.  to  ward 
off  those  who  would  rob  it  of  its  delicate 
flavor  and  its  abundant,  nurture,  we  take 
it,  and  peel  it  and  pare  it  and  mangle 
and  mash  and  mush  it.  and  whip  it  and 
beat  it  and- popper  and  Ralf  it  and  cream 
it  and  butter  it,  till  it  arrives  at  the  ta¬ 
ble  a  for’orn  remnant  of  its  natural  self. 
The  Pastoral  Parson  was  at  a  dinner 
just  the  other  day  where  a  vegetable  was 
passed  round  winch  some  said  was  car- 
rid  and  some  said  was  turnip  and  more 
others  ventured  no  guess  as  to  what  it 
really  was.  May  this  day  of  all  days  he 
full  of  happiness,  fur  gratitude  is  horn 
of  joy.  And  may  the  bounty  of  the  ta¬ 
ble  before  us  hind  us  ever  closer  to  the 
Holy  Faith  that  gave  it  while  its  fra¬ 
grant  steaming  points  Us  upward  to  the 
Father  of  ns  all. 
“  Mrs.  Pastoral  Parson” 
A  Talk  On  Foods. — It  seemed  to  me 
as  I  sat  in  the  little  church  and  listened 
to  that  splendid  talk,  that  it  was  one  of 
the  best  things  the  Pastoral  Parson  had 
ever  done,  1  wish  more  of  the  country 
churches  would  take  up  this  work.  It  is 
really  surprising  how  eager  the  women 
were  to  learn.  It  did  not  cost  the  church 
a  penny  to  have  those  two  extension 
agents  from  (he  State  College,  and  I  am 
sure  did  the  people  a  great  deal  of  good. 
Canning. — She  to'd  us  all  about  the 
great  variety  of  stuff  we  could  can,  es¬ 
pecially  greens.,  which  are  so  very  bene¬ 
ficial.  She  hopes  now  to  come  to  us 
again  in  July  and  give  a  demonstration 
<m  canning,  and  try  to  get  up  a  club  for 
the  young  girls  in  the  neighborhood,  so 
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