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THE RURAL NEW-YORKER 
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Hope Farm Notes 
THE HOPE FARM MAN’S STORY.' 
Part HI. 
Well, I got in, and there were four 
years of struggle. When funds ran low 
I got out and earned more and then 
came hack. Thank the Lord no one 
gave me credit, so I could borrow. By 
turns 1 was ditcher, dairyman, school 
teacher, lumberman, cook, hook agent, 
actor and general hired man. I must 
also confess to giving a few lectures 
on phrenology, or as my audience called 
it “feeling heads,” and engaging in a 
few boxing matches—also playing ball. 
Then, as never before, I saw the dif¬ 
ference between a boy or young man 
with a farm home to fall back upon and 
one without such a home. Father and 
the farm must seem like “the shadow 
of a rock in a weary land” to the young 
fellow when the disappointments of life 
scorch him like the wind out of the 
desert. The temptation to drop ambi¬ 
tions and give up the struggle for bet¬ 
ter things is almost overpowering at 
times. If he shut his teeth and harden 
his heart and fight on alone lie will al¬ 
ways walk a little in the shadow and 
bear the scars. If there is a home to 
go to at such times all the rest of life 
will be softer and better for it. It al¬ 
ways seemed to me that the boys at col¬ 
lege who had such farm homes did not 
appreciate them or realize what a farm 
home means to the country. And those 
who think they do realize it (when in 
need) often fall by the wayside later. 
I have seen too many of what I call 
“moral dead men.” In the fierce strug¬ 
gle for a footing before they earn their 
place they make a vow that if God will 
only grant them competence and home 
they will serve Him by giving to others 
what was denied to them. T call a 
“moral dead man” one who breaks his 
vow, and when home is given him holds 
it selfishly for himself alone. You may 
think I am getting away from my 
story, but this is all a part of the foun¬ 
dation of Hope Farm, as we shall see. 
I went through college wearing for the 
most part cast-off clothing and doing 
any work that came to hand. We will 
have it all into our book some day. At 
any rate I finally “graduated.” In those 
days the graduate of an agricultural col¬ 
lege was not unlike a soldier turned out 
to make his own gun. The course was 
crude and largely an experiment. It 
trained us to think and reason, but gave 
us. no definite knowledge of how to do a 
thing. I cannot imagine a business man 
engaging one of the members of our 
class to manage his farm—not even one 
of the sons of good farmers! 
The danger to-day, as I see it, is that 
the teachers may break too far away 
from the old model, and make the 
graduate too much of a human machine. 
It will not do to take all the spiritual 
side out of a boy’s education. I learned 
more from the character and personal 
power of such men as Dr. Abbot and 
Dr. Kedzie than anything they ever 
taught us out of books. Young men 
often ask me if I would advise them to 
go to college. One young farmer once 
asked which would do him most good 
in dairying—a year’s course at college 
or a year on a stock farm near Syra¬ 
cuse, N. Y., where Alfalfa grows at its 
best ! I used to have but one line of 
advice—go to college by all means. 
Now T modify it, and advise no man to 
go unless he is ready to deny himself 
like a Spartan—and can’t help going! 
When I graduated T had something 
like $1 in my pocket and nothing any¬ 
where else. The thing that seemed 
most promising to me at that time was 
a job on a small farm paper in Mis¬ 
sissippi. Your agricultural graduate 
sometimes thinks himself a great per¬ 
son. Tt was a very nice theory to 
figure that the southern people were 
hungry and thirsty for “agriculture.” 
So T went into a printing office for a 
few weeks, and learned something of 
type-setting, and then set forth to revo¬ 
lutionize the South. 
My starting as a journalist was 
humble enough. On a dull October day 
I trudged up the muddy street of a 
httlo town to a small dilapitated looking 
“office.” 1 he foreman was an old Con¬ 
federate soldier, who had commanded 
a company of sharpshooters at Fred¬ 
ericksburg, where mv father was killed. 
He took his long pipe out of his mouth, 
and as the smoke drifted away, ran his 
eye over me for about a minute, while 
a short, fat man at a case stopped to 
take a chew of tobacco. T knew right 
then that the less I said about hailing 
from Cape Cod the fewer thorns there 
would be in my pathway. 
“How are you on the zvrite?” 
. FTe put me at writing wrappers, stand¬ 
ing by to see how I did it. I passed on 
this and then: 
“IIow are you on the fold?” 
A pile of papers had just come 
from the press, and I was directed to 
fold them by hand. After I got a few 
done the boss came and examined them 
critically to see if the edges were even. 
They were, and he found me worthy of 
going up a little higher in the pro¬ 
fession. 
“IIozv are you on the feed?” 
T said nothing, as I had learned that 
the answer was expected in deeds 
rather than words. T followed him out 
of the back door and up to a little brick 
house on a bank. Inside was a large 
press, and about the largest colored man 
I had ever seen. This giant played the 
part of engine. The day was a little 
chilly, and the ink was slow to move, so 
“Sol” had built a fire under the ink well 
—or trough at the end of the press 
where the ink is supplied to the rollers. 
The room was full of pine smoke. The 
boss, or “Colonel,” as of course we 
called him, showed me how to feed in 
the paper, and Sol topk hold of the 
handle and started the press. T look 
back now to the days I spent with Sol 
in that smoky little room with some¬ 
thing of a sigh. Life was young, and a 
year or so made little difference. While 
Sol was resting I used to ask him about 
the future of his race and what his 
children might expect. 
“Sol” was entitled to his full name of 
Solomon for the wisdom he displayed in 
expounding the philosophy of life. Men 
may write volumes about it, or be una¬ 
ble to express it in words, yet the great 
primal hope of man is for a wife, a 
child and a piece of land. One frosty 
morning Sol did not appear, and I went 
to hunt him up. Four dogs were curled 
up in the rubbish under the house. The 
entire family of humans had crawled 
into one large bed for warmth. There 
were great cracks under the door and in 
the walls, but no one had thought of 
stopping them. No one but a monop¬ 
olist could afford to stay in bed and 
hold up a business. Sol thought he was 
the only man in town who could run 
that press, so he stayed in bed until the 
sun got warm. I never did like mo¬ 
nopoly, so I went back to break the 
strike. The Colonel was prepared to 
light his pipe and wait for Sol. I was 
newer at the business and at the study 
of negro character, so I made a prop¬ 
osition. 
“You feed, Colonel, and Brother Hill 
and I will take turns running.” 
Brother Hill was the fat man. It de¬ 
veloped that he had promised his wife 
and the family doctor that he would not 
take violent exercise for two weeks! 
So I took hold of the handle and started 
the press, with the Colonel to feed. The 
noise of that press taught Sol that his 
monopoly was broken. He came shuf¬ 
fling over and took the handle. As a 
matter of fact, when he came I was 
within five minutes of the limit of my 
strength. By keeping perfectly quiet I 
got the reputation of a local Samson. 
What astonished me most of all was the 
patience and good temper with which 
most of the southern white people 
treated the negroes. 
I spent some two years in Mississippi. 
We made our paper “an artistic suc¬ 
cess.” As for the financial side of it, I 
found it necessary to teach in a young 
ladies’ seminary in order to eke out ex¬ 
penses. You will find my name in the 
old catalogue as “professor of modern 
languages and elocution.” There was 
one great difference between the North 
and South at that time. At the North, 
when funds run low, T could always go 
into the country and work on a farm. I 
was a hired man still, with a little but¬ 
tering of agricultural education on the 
corn bread of labor. I could always 
get a job. At the South there was no 
such chance to work with the hands and 
dignify the labor. It is different now, 
but I am speaking of 25 years ago. 
Tn addition to “feeding and folding” 
T was fighting editor of the paper. One 
man who didn’t like our sentiments re¬ 
garding a purebred cow suggested a 
duel. I had no end of advice as to how 
to behave in this trial. One man told 
me how he got out with honor by writ¬ 
ing that he had “promised a sainted 
mother that he never would do battle.” 
I never made any such promise, and 
had to think of something more in my 
line. The choice of weapons was mine, 
and I suggested marking off two three- 
foot squares on the ground 50 feet 
apart. Each man was to stand in one 
of the squares with a basket of missiles 
(I suggested eggs) and at a given signal 
begin throwing. My arm is stiff now, 
so T should need other weapons. If 
some one were to challenge me now on 
account of some printed matter I should 
select the square again and stipulate that 
we were to stand in them and read our 
various articles at each other! h. w. c. 
Tubular 
In February a certain man 
wished to try an experiment 
•with a Tubular separator He 
wanted to know by actual test ex¬ 
actly what the Tubular would do. 
He had no cows so he arrang¬ 
ed with a dairyman neighbor to 
make the experiment with the milk 
from the dairy of the latter. The ar¬ 
rangement was for the experiment¬ 
er to skim the milk at the neighbor’s 
dairy, and the cream to go to the 
creamery instead of the whole milk. 
The dairy owner feared a loss of 
cream in this way, and so bargained 
that the experimenter was to pay the 
difference between what would have 
been obtained for the whole milk and 
the money actually received for the 
cream. 
At the end of the month Mr. Dairy¬ 
man was surprised to find that the 
cream had returned him $30 more money 
than the factory would have allowed 
him for the whole milk. 
Sequel—Next day the dairyman and 
two neighbor dairymen each bought a 
Tubular separator, and then hired a 
man out of employment to kick them 
Gained 
$30 More 
in a Month, for 
Cream Alone, than 
Whole Milk Yield¬ 
ed. Hauling and 
Time Losses 
Also Saved. 
because for years they had been throw¬ 
ing away $30 per month in ignorance of 
what a Tubular would do for them, 
though the opportunity to try a Tubular 
in their own dairies was always open to 
them. 
If you haven’t a Tubular you can 
gain profitable knowledge by a test 
similar to above; and money profits 
twice a day after you put the Tubular 
in your dairy. Write for Catalog No. 153. 
THE SHARPLES SEPARATOR COMPANY, 
West Chester, Pcnna. 
Toronto, Ont. San Francisco, Calif. Chicago, Ill. 
200 Styles 
of 
Vehicles 
65 Styles 
of 
Harnesi 
Sold Direct 
from our 
Factory 
to 
User 
No. 669%. Fancy Car Plush Trimmed 
B'urny vith auto seat, fancy padded wing 
dash, bike gear and rublier tire. Price 
complete, $78.00. As good as sells for 
$20 more. 
Buy Direct From Our 
Factory 
Having all expenses and profltH of tho dealer. 
Elkhart Buggies «nd H.rns.. have been Hold direct 
from our factory to the UHer for 35 yearn. Wo are 
The Largest Manufacturers In the World 
Belling to the conmimor excluHlvely. We ship for 
examination and approval, guaranteeing Bafo do- 
livery. No cont to you if not Hatlnlled aw to stylo, 
quality and price. Bend for new free catalog. 
Elkhart Carriage & Harness Mfg. Co. 
Elkhart, Ind. 
No. 313. Light" 
Surrey witii Canopy 
top and hue auto 
seats. Price complete, 
$78.00. 
The HOOVER 
Eight running, well 
built, lowiu price— 
the most satisfae 
tory machine to 
use. 
POTATO 
DIGGER 
Made In two hIzch. Send 
for catalogne and awk about trial offer. 
THE HOOVER MFC. CO., 
Box 56, Avery, Ohio. 
BEATS THE 
Grindstone 
TEN TIMES OVER 
No pressure, no drawing 
temper, if you use the 
Practical 
AJumhmi 
Grinder 
with wheel revolving > 
3.000 times a minute.'? 
Far superior to emery P? 
or stone. Grinds any !? 
tool, knife to sickle. 
Different sizes. Foot 
power attachment ^ 
Write for circular of particu¬ 
lars. Good agents wanted. Address. 
ROYAL MFG. CO., 226 K. Walnut St., Lancaster, Pa, 
CUTAWAY TOOLS FOR LARGE HAY CROPS 
Clark’s Reversible 
Bush & Bog Plow 
Outs a track A ft. wide, 
1 ft. deep. Will plow 
a now cut forest. His 
double action Cutaway 
Harrow keeps land true, 
moves 1800 tons of earth, 
cuts 30 acres per day. 
DOUBLE ACTION^ JOINTED POLE CUTA 
W#>5END TOR ' 
CIRCULAR3T0TMC 
CUTAWAY 
HARROW 
CO... 
r HIGGANUM'i 
'CONN.U.aArA 
Jointed Pole takes all the weight off Horses 
and keeps t hei r heels away from the Disks. 
His Rev. Disk Plow cuts a 
furrow .0 to 10 in. deop, 14 
in. wide. All Clark’s ma- 
’chines will kill witch-grass, 
wild mustard, charlock, 
hardback, sunflower, milk¬ 
weed, thistle or any foul 
plant. 
A WONDERFUL INVENTION _ 
CLARK'S DOUBLE ACTION COM¬ 
BINED CULTIVATOR & HARROW. 
Can boused to culti¬ 
vate rowed crops, as 
a listing harrow, also 
when closed together 
is a harrow cutting 4"a 
feet wide. 
CUTAWAY HARROW CO., 
39 Main St., Hlgganum.Conn. 
1-1 
FROST HEAVY| 
WEIGHT KNOCKED 
DOWN AND WOVEN 
WIRE FENCES are the 
strongest fences made. Kvery 
wire carefully tested, and only 
tho best hard colled spring steel wire 
Is used. Catalogue free. 
THE FROST WIRE FENCE COMPANY, 
CLEVELAND, OHIOJ) 
[HEAVIEST FENCE MADE | 
l Alt No. i> HUsel Wire. Well galvanized. Weigh* 
X more than most fences. 15 to 85<l per rod, 
■ delivered. Wo send free surn pie for Inspection . 
k and tent. Write for fonco book of 133 stylos. A 
The Brown Fence «fc Wire Co. 
Cleveland, Ohio. 
EASY TO BUY 
Superior Fences, almolutcly 
fttrongotit and ln:Ht made. Only 
heavy gauge 8, y and 10 High 
Carbon Colled Spring 
Steel Wire un«;d. Liberal term*. 
I-ow prices. Write for Free t,'lit 11 - 
log and fall information. 
TIIK SUPKllIOIt FF!V€K CO. 
llept. ! Cleveland. Ohio 
NCHOR FENCE 
Catalog FREE— Send ut 
once for our handsoma 
now Fonco Catalog, tol Is 
you bow to buy th.t bout 
fonco ut lowost prico, saving nil 
dealer's and jobber's profit. Write— 
Aa.h.r Fen.o & Mtg. Co., Station O. Cleveland, Ohio 
I am the Paint Mann 
Got my Big Free Book, Including lug 
Color Cords to select from—also froo 
book of Painters’ Supplies sold ut 1)1- 
roct-to-You Prices. I malto Paint to 
order—soil It on threo months’ time— 
allow two full gallons froo to try—and 
3 pay all freight charges. Write postal 
for full particulars ami TOEEBooks. 
O.L.Chase.The Palntman. Dept. 45 St.Louls.MQ, 
RF.I’ATIATORM from t tv so horse, Steam aim! Gasoline 
Engines, mounted and Stationary, i, a and 3 ti. Tread Powers. 3 
to 8 Horse 
Sweep 
Powers,Hand 
and P o w cr 
Corn Shell ers. 
Feed and Ensilage 
Cotters, Wood Saws, 
Steel and Wood I.and 
Rollers. 
_ The Mcsalngcr Ylfg. Co. Box 1 . Tulumy, I'e 
