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Agricultural Department.
EDITED BT THE SECRETARY OF THE
HART COVSTY AQRICVLTRAL SOCIETY.
THE FENCE LA W,
Which is soon to be submitted to the
farmers of this county, is a question of
vital imiHjrtance to our prosperity as a
people, and we are surprised tliat it has
not been discussed more fully through
these columns. We think that every
farmer should carefully study the prob
lem, and it is better, if we are uncer
tain as to the benefits to be derived, to
vote against it; so ns to keep otf the
change until we are sure we are right,
and that it will be of real good to our
people. C. W. S.
Astraddle the Fence.
West Bowersytlle, May 12,1879.
Agricultural Editor The Sun:
On the second Saturday night of last
April, the citizens of this vicinity met
at the school-house in our little town for
the purpose of discussing the proprie
ty of adopting the No Fence law. It
was found on that occasion that every
man but two or three were opposed to
the adoption of the law. It was de
cided that another meeting be held at
the same place on the same subject,
which according to appointment met
Saturday night, 10th iust.
Mr. Bond was called to the chair,
and Mr. Jordan requested to act as
Secretary. Some three or four sensible
speeches were made for and against the
law. As the arguments were lengthy
on both sides, we cannot give them
without encroaching on too much of
your space. I will allude to one or two
things that were submitted as argument.
One of the speakers said that the ad
vocates of this law dwelt heavy on the
idea of improvement of stock—the rise
in the quality of stock, and said stock
would rise sure enough, but the rising
would take place through the instru
mentality of buzzards. Another said
that an All-wise Creator intended stock
to roam at large in the valleys and over
the hills, and to deprive them of this
privilege would be a force law, contrary
to the rights and liberties of a free peo
ple ! An advocate of the No Fence
law said, if the people of Hart would
adopt this law it would reduce stock
lawsuits most astonishingly. A speaker
from the other side said, it certainly
would, as there would be no stock to
law about.
At the close of the meeting, it was
moved and seconded, that a committee
of three be appointed to correspond
with some fair-minded and unbiased
persons in Anderson county, S. C., and
get their views relative to the operation
of the stock law in that county, and re
port at the next meeting, to be held a
month hence at the same place. Mo
tion lost. Lastly, there was a resolu
tion offered to the effect, that we, the
citizens of this vicinity, use our best
efiorts to keep a good fence between
our growing crops and the stock. Car
ried unanimously. Thus closed the
meeting, at 11 o'clock at night.
It is very clear that ten per cent, of
those who manifested opposition at the
first meeting have changed their minds,
and set in as earnest advocates of the
No Fence: and I hope to see by the
next meeting a general flying open of
the eyes of our citizens upon this sub
ject, so important to all. I, as a citi
zen of llart county, am identified with
and feel an interest in her prosperity
and advancement in all that is laudable.
While I thus feel, I can see many
things, perhaps, that she needs, but can
see nothing that would do as much
good as the completion of her little
railroad, and the adoption of the stock
law. These two things in conjunction,
operative and in force, would certainly
make Hart a great place to dwell in.
Her comforts would be easily reached
and easily retained. Now. the ques
tion is, how shall these things be reach
ed ? I answer, by the people consult
ing their interest and acting according
ly. Hart county can build her railroad
and never feel the outlay, which is in
comparable to the good to be realized
from it. As to the stock law, it is in
their hands, and they can say next
July whether or not we will have it.
Now, if these things are so easily ob
tained, let us as sensible people lay
hold upon them and put them into ac
tive operation in our midst. There are
many who say the railroad to Hartwell
is only for the benefit of the merchants
and people of Hartwell. This is a
great mistake indeed, and many would
be surprised to know the extent of the
mistake. Just so in regard to the stock
law. Many allege that it is another
step for the oppression of the poor.
This is a worse mistake than the other,
if possible. The idea that it will
be expensive to our people to fence in
the county, if the law is adopted, is all
a mistake I conclude, upon this princi
ple : if I, as a citizen of Hart, must
keep my stock off my neighbor, a citi
zen of Frauk.'in must do the same
thing; consequently, if Franklin and
Elbert do not adopt the law also (which
I liope tliey will, as they need it as bad
as we do), they must build their own
fence, or abide our law.
I aim to give some of the great ad
vantages of this law soon, and hope to
hear from others on the same subject
through Tkk Sun, Register, and Ga
zette. No Fence,
A minister who had twice married
the same couple—a divorce ensuing
between the two marriages—remarked
that he didn't wish to add a repairing
department to hi* business,
The Hartwell Sun.
By BENSON & McGILL.
VOL. Ill—NO. 38.
COURTING A FARMER’S DAUGHTER;
OR
A Horn Too Much.
If. O. in The Sunny South.
William Barlow fell in lovo with a
farmer's daughter, soon after his ap
pearance among us; but suppose he
did ? Don't young men often fall in
love with farmers' daughters ?—and
more than that, don't young men often
marry them ? Mr. William Barlow
was a man “ free born and of mature
age,” and therefore it is to be presumed
to fall in love with, or even marry a
farmer's daughter extended as far as
any other person ; that is, provided she
loved him well enough, and he loved
her well enough ; and provided the old
gentleman, whom she called “ dad ”
was willing; and lastly, provided her
“inarm” did not feel disposed to kick
up a muss about it. But perhaps lam
branching out a little too far. We have
it that Mr. William Barlow fell in
love with a farmer's daughter ; now the
question is did he marry her ? or rather,
as we would say “ out West,” did Mr.
William Barlow and the farmer's daugh
ter get married ? No, they 7 did not.
Why ? Did he not entertain for her
sufficient tenderness to warrant him in
making her his wife ? Hedid. Then,
as a novelist would say, did she not in
dicate to him that his love was return
ed ? She did. Was her dad so cruel
hearted as to refuse his sanction to
their union ? Nothing of the kind.
Did her marm manage to put a check
to the progress of affairs ? By no
means—on the other hand, she would
not have had them stop for a smart
chunk of a fortune. Then why did
they not marry ? Ah, there's the ques
tion. But I will let him tell his own
story :
“ Soon arter I hauled up out here in
Illinois —not exactly here, but in an
other part of the State, I got acquaint
ed with Captain Smith’s darter Sally :
and I must sa}' she was the handsom
est girl I ever met with, i’ll swow, she
was a rale peeler —bright black eyes ;
pretty little mouth, alius curled with a
smile; soft brown hair all twisted in
with poses from her own little flower
garden, and such like. You could not
guess how soon I took a shine arter her ;
and the best of the joke was, she got
in the same fix arter me jest about as
soon."
“ Well, Sally and me, we talked the
matter over, and the first thing we
knowed, we’d concluded to get hitched
in the same harness, so we could pull
together as long as we lived. I recol
lect jest how I brought it up. Sally
and me, were a setting on the back
porch, and I was breaking up a corn
stalk and flipping the pieces at her, and
she was sending smiles at me, that
made me feel like I was dangling at the
lower end of a rainbow up to my chin
in roses. At last I could stand it no
longer, and sez I:
“ Sally, I’ll swow to gracious, you're
the prettiest critter I ever sot eyes on.”
“ Shaw, I know better” sez she, all
in a twitter.
“ Pon my word you are,” sez I, “and
you needn't go and try to deny it.”
“ Yes I will,” sez she.
“ 1 didn’t seem to notice that, but I
sez, ‘ If I could only be with you allers,
a looking in those lovely eyes of yourn,
and a drinking in them sweet smiles,
(you see, I read that in a book,) I'd
never want to find a better world than
this. Say, Sally, bow’d you like to
hitch traces with me and let folks call
you Mrs. Barlow ?”
“Hush, William !” sez she, “or I’ll
slap you, for I know you ain’t in arnest.”
“ Pon my word, I be,” sez I; and
then I throws the corn stalk away, and
fetches a hitch up towards her and puts
my arm around her waist.
“ Well, sirs, that did the business.
She dropped her pretty head on my
shoulder, like she couldn't help it, the
big tears came into her eyes, and then
she said :
“If the old folks are willing, I am
—you may ask them.”
“ Good gracious, fellows! but that
tuck me about the short ribs. I'd never
once thought about having to ask the
old folks. But I had gone too fur to
back out, so I jes let on, as if it warn’t
no more’n I was expecting, and then I
told her I would come over and talk to
them about it in a week or so,
“ Agreeable to promise, I went over
to Captain Smith's; but I felt mortal
streaked, for I knowed I had a ticklish
job before me. This thing of asking a
couple of old folks for their girl, when
von haven't much idee but that their
feelings are against you, ain’t the thing
it might be cracked up to be.
“ When I got to the Captain’s, it was
evening. I found Sally out by the gate
milking the cow3. f stopped and got
to talking to her, and then I pitched a
sly glance at the house, and saw the
old man and woman peeking through
the window at me. Gehoky ! but that
made me more streaked than ever, for
the thought struck me that Sally had
been and give them a hint about what
I was going to say to them. I didn’t
let on, though, but kept talking to
the gal, and at the same time they kept
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY MAY 31, 1871).
on peeking|througli the window. Pretty
soon, Sally began to milk a big brindle
cow, and then she looked every which
away to see that no one was in hearing,
and then she sez to me, sez she :
“ William, this is my cow, and it will
be our'u as soon as we get married.”
I stepped up to her kinder familiar
like, but not being used to seeing men
about, it put. the fidgets in the critter,
and she wouldn’t stand any more for
Sally to finish milking.
“ So, Brindle ; so jade ; stand still
you old huzzy ! So, now, so lady ! so
o-o now I tell you ; so-o-o-o, there ; hist
up yer foot; so-o-o-o 1” said she, but old
Brindle never paid any attention to her.
At last, I coneluded'to take the con
trary brute in my hand myself, not
only to make her stand, but to show
the old folks, who were still peeking
out of the winder, that I was not afraid
to lay and take hold of things. So,
without further reflection, I grabbed old
Brindle by one of her horns, and away
we went, ripity-tipity down the lane, I
a sticking my heels in the ground, and
a pulling back, and old brindle a stick
ing her toes in the ground and a run
ning forwards, jest the same as if I
hadn't been there. At last my holt
slipped, some way, and down 1 came
on my head, and away went old Brin
dle shaking her noggin, as if there was
a nest of hornets after her.
“ I got up and shook myself, and the
first thing I knew, I found that I had
old Brindle's horn still in my hand.
This done the work. Sally bawled out
a crying and went to bemeaning me to
all creation. Then I looked up towards
the house, and there I saw her old dad
coming down, apparently in a great
splutter.”
“ What then ?” asked one of Mr.
Barlow’s listeners, after waiting a con
siderable time for a continuation of the
story.
“Why, I felt like I had taken a horn
too much,” replied lie, “ so I jest threw
it over into the meadow and toddled ;
and I kept on toddling till I got so far
that I have not heard from any of them
since.”
Cancelling Postage Stamps.
Driroit Free Vrete
Every now and then a paragraph
goes the rounds to the effect that some
eccentric individual will give so mauy
hundred dollars for a million cancelled
postage stamps. Several persons have
succeeded in collecting the million, and
in some instances SSOO or SBOO were
paid for their collection. Those who in
nocently aid in making these collections
little think that in most cases they arc
helping to defraud the government.
Advanced as scientific knowledge is at
the present day, there has as yet been
discovered no preparation for cancelling
postage stamps that will not wash off’.
It is estimated that the government loses
$1,000,000 every year by the use of
washed stamps in the postofficc alone.
The loss through washed revenue stamps
is also great. A million cancelled three
cent stamps when washed are worth $30,-
000. This being the case, it is easily
seen that the man who invents an un
cancellable ink will make his fortune.
Hundreds of inksand devices have been
tried, but it is curious to note that the
most complete cancelling apparatus yet
known is the remote country postmaster
with his pen and ink. Some time ago a
man traveled from St. Louis to Wash
ington with a bottle of his ink, being
unwilling to risk his secret by allowing
the stuff to go out of his hands and
perhaps be analyzed. He reached the
department, and proudly cancelled a
stamp in the presence of the authorities,
who took it aud quickly washed it clean
with soapy water. His ingenuity in try
ing different “ antidotes” forhisiuk had
not led him to the use of the sunniest
means procurable. Hundreds of chem
ical combinations have been tried by the
different inventors. Acids of all kinds
have been combined with the inks in
common use, and for all of them some
other combination has been found that
will remove all traces and leave the
stamp clean as it was. Inks have been
offered which eat away the paper it is
put on, so strong are the acids, hut while
there is no doubt of the efficiency the
objections to tin ir u. e are obvious, The
chemist of the Patent Office for a long
time found chemical means of washing
out everybody else’s ink, and then pre
sented an invention of his own which he
could not wash out. It was given to a
Smithsonian Institution chemist and he
shortly found out how to wash it clean.
After this the department ceased to ex
pect that an indelible ink would be
found.
Phrenological Journal: “ What is the
size of the head of Mr. Stephens?” On
receiving this question we wrote to Mr.
Stephens, and received a courteous re
ply containing the following facts (and
we have filed his letter as a voucher):
Height, 5 feet 10 inches ; circumference
of head, 22\ inches ; waist, 241 inches ;
usual weight previous to recent illness,
89 pounds ; present weight, 75 pounds.
Of course a man so thin and light must
have light bones, a thin skull and a very
thin scalp; Jicnce the size of the brain
Devoted to Hart County.
in his case is really larger than the 22 J
inch measurment would seem to indi
cate. We call 22 inches full size for a
mail weighing 150 pounds, and for ev
ery quarter of an inch in size, in size of
brain, we add five or six pounds. Mr.
Stephens, therefore, should weigh 156
pounds instead of less than half that
amount. Probably in his best condi
tion of health his head measured 221
inches, which is from full to large size.
Auccdotc of a New York Judge.
Of the late ex-Judge George G. Bar
nard, deposed from his scat as Judge of
the New York Supreme Court in 1872,
this anecdote is told : At times he was
jocose on the bench and anon theatrical.
To young lawyers he was especially kind.
Many a time he corrected their (tapers
with hi# own hand. He never failed to
go to their rescue when they were badg
ered by old and experienced attorneys.
He was fond of diamonds, dogs, guns,
champagne and cards, his face was seen
in well-known club houses, and his pro
fanity was proverbial. At timeshis ex
cesses made him irritable on the beneh ;
but uo one regretted such actions more
than himself- Once, in his chambers, a
young lawyer, since then elected to Con
j gross from that city, then a young man,
just arrived in the city, laid some papers
before him. He glanced at them and
tossed them back to the young lawyer.
‘‘Your Honor, what is the matter with
these papers !” asked the young lawyer.
“They're not properly drawn up,”
said the judge.
“ What is wrong with them?” the
young lawyer inquired.
“ It' you don’t know, I can’t tell,” the
judge responded. “If I had a tyro in
my office who couldn’t draw up better
papers than those, I'd kick him out to
the sidewalk.”
The words were heard by a crowded
courtroom. Much mortified, the lawyer
took his leave. A week afterward he
wafsitting in the same courtroom, and
the judge said : “Mr. , will you
stejJ to the bench for a momeut, if you
pleise?” The lawyer did so, and the
spectators wondered what was coming.
“Iyftst Monday,” began the judge, “ you
laid some papers before me which l er
roneously pronouuced iucorrect, and I
acted like a scoundrel. lam ashamed
of it, aud as I grossly insulted you in
open court, I want to tender you an apol
ogy in open court. I beg your pardon.”
Fifteen Cents Off.
Detroit Free Frcse.
A Detroiter who dresses well and lias
a reasonable share of good looks had oc
casion last week to make a trip to the
country, and one night he found him
self at a farm house at which a party
was to come off. He was invited to
participate in the festivities, and after he
had consented the old farmer took him
around the corner of the house and said :
“ The youug folks are mighty fond of
any game with kissing in it. They'll
get up something and fix it to make you
kiss the handsomest gal in the room.”
“ Well, I'll kiss her,”'was the prompt
reply.
“ Yes, hut hold on a little,” continued
thc.old man. “There’s my gal Emma.
Wo think she’s as party ns any of ’em,
hut certain folks around kinder sniff' at
her ’cause her nose crooks a bit and her
hair is a trifle high colored. Now, 1
want you to kiss Em. for the handsom
est gal in the room. It’ll do the old
woman good, do Em. good, and kinder
set them sniffers back a little. I don’t
ask you to kiss her for nothing, but if
you’ll do it I’ll throw fifteen cents off’n
your bill in the morning. What d’ye
say?”
The young man said he’d do it, and
the father continued :
“That’s the checker. Don’t have any
make belief about it, hut kiss her right
pop out. so that we kin hear the smack.”
The game was played, the Detroiter
was “fixed” anil lie kissed “Em.” like
the pop of a pistol. He felt all the hap
pier for it that night, seeing how greatly
the old woman was pleased, but the next
forenoon as he jogged along lie had to
run the gauntlet of a score of farmers'
sons waiting in the fence corners to lick
him because ho passed their “gals” by
for “Em.” He was struck by thirteen
stones, six clubs, and about a bushel ol
potatoes before he got out of the neigh
borhood, and w hen he came to figure up
he realized that fifteen cents was no in
ducement at all.
From an account, in the Athens
Watchman, of the proceedings of Ra
bun superior court, we clip the follow
ing: “One of the most remarkable
cases in the whole catalogue of crime,'
was tried at Clayton. A young man
about 20 years of age, was charged
with rape upon a child of two and a
half years of age. The evidence was
all circumstantial, but after a careful
investigation and able argument on
both sides the defendant was found
guilty, with a recommendation of mercy
from the jury. The Court sentenced
the prisoner, Marion C. Dill, to five
years’ imprisonment in the penitential'.
Argument in company is gcucrally
the worst sort of conversation.
$1.50 Per Annum.
WHOLE NO. 143.
PHILOSOPHY.
Minntni; lion There Are Always Two
fVmyn Of 1.n01.1i.f at Tiling...
Two boys went to hunt grapes. One
was happy because they found grapes.
The other was unhappy because the
grapes had seeds in them.
Two men, being convalescent, were
asked how they were. One said: “I
am better to-day.” The other said : ” I
was worse yesterday.”
When it ranis, one man says : “ This
will make mud.” Another : •• This will
lay the dust.”
Two children looking through colored
glasses. One said: “ the world is
blue.” And the other said: “It is
bright.’’
Two boys eating their dinner. One
said : “ I would rather have something
better than this.” The other said:
“ This is better than nothing.”
A servant thinks a man’s house i
principally kitchen. A guest tliat it is
principally parlor.
“ I am glad that l live,” says one
man. “I an sorry that I must die,”
savs another.
“ I am glad,’ says one, “ that it is no
worse.” “I am sorry,” says another,
! “ that it is no bettor.”
One man counts everything that lie
has a counts everything
else that lie conceives a loss.
One man spoils a good repast by
thinking of a better repast of another.
Another enjoys a poor repast by’ con
trasting it with none at all.
One man is thankful for his blessings.
Another is morose for Ids misfortunes.
One man thinks he is entitled to a
better world, and is dissatisfied because
he hasn't got it. Another thinks he is
not justly entitled to any, and is satis
fied witli this.
One man makes up his accounts from
his wants. Another from his assets.
Too Late.
The following incident took place in
Washington county, Texas. The jury
of a circuit court, before whom a mis
erable wretch hail been tried, returned
a verdict of “ guilty,” and suggested
the “ whipping post.” The court then
adjourned for dinner. Immediately af
| ter dinner, the defendant’s counsel,
without consulting his unfortunate cli
ent, moved for anew trial, and com
menced reading the motion.
“ Hold on!” whispered the client,
pulling at the counsel’s coat-tail:
“ Don’t read that!”
“ Let me alone.” muttered the law
yer, irritably : “ I’ll attend to you when
I’ve read the motion.”
“ But I don't want you to read the
motion,” whined the agitated culprit
“ Don’t want me to read it? Why
not? What's the matter? I’m going
to get you anew trial 1”
“ But I don’t want anew trial,” ex
claimed the wretch.
“ Don’t want one? Why not?” re
turned the other heatedly, frowning
from under his eye-glasses.
“ ’Cause it’s too late,” urged the
client. “While you were all out to
dinner the sheriff took me out, and he’s
whipped the very hide off of me.”
The motion was summarily with
drawn.
He Meditates Over the Oysters.
Toledo lllade.
It was rather late yesterday morning
when Mr. Willaby got up, and he
was vaguely conscious of a confused
recollection of things, hut lie didn't say
much and tried to appear as cheerful as
he kuew how. Presently breakfast was
announced, and the family took their
places at the table, but Mr. Willaby was
amazed, as he sat staring at six little
round wooden boxes of axle grease
ranged solemnly in front of his plate.
“Where under the sun,” he said, with
a puzzled intonation, “what in thunder
—where did all this axle grease come
from and what is it for?”
“Oh, is it axle grease?” asked his
wife, with charming simplicity and in
nocence just a trifle overdone. “You
said last night when you brought these
cans home that they were oysters and
would be nice for breakfast. I thought
you had better eat them right away, ns
they didn’t smell as though they would
last much longer.”
And then Mrs. Willaby removed the
cans, and her husband sat and looked
at the teapot and thought so long that
his cofree was cold as a rich relation
when he thought to drink it.
Prof. Kohl, in a recent paper, denies
the exclusively modern use of guano in
agriculture, and quotes the Arabian ge
ographer, Edresi, as mentioning cliffs
bordering the Persian Gulf which were
covered with the excrements of birds.
These were used as manure at Bassora
and up the Euphrates. The Peruvians
also used guano at the time the Euro
peans first arrived there, and Humboldt,
early in this century, urged its use, but
without effect. It was only in 1840 that
the first shipment of the article was
sent to England from the Chincha Is
lands, and a large demand soon sprang
up.
reading.
For The ITartmn Run.
This is a question which should be of
considerable importance to every one!
How to rend, what to read and *hcn to
read ? There arc a great many persons
who mul indiscriminatcjv, simply l>>
J while away leisure hours, fo such read
| ers the most fascinating kind of I item
j tore is fictitious stories or novels. They
often read these kind of works until
they acquire a morbid appetite for it
which is Insatiable, and taste for solid
literature Is impaired. Now, we do not
condemn novel-reading—-far from
but we must lie very careful in our se
lections ami read them at the nroper
time and with proper motives. Among
i those novelists we would recommend arc
j Scott, Buiwer, Dickens and other stan
dard authors. Their novels are all fine,
historical works, and the. style of the
writer so happy that trite facts are stamp
ed on the mind more indelibly than if
read in common histories. But wc
would not advise anyone to read novels
exclusively to learn history, for with the
true facts arc blended so much fiction
that it is impossible to distinguish be- 1
tween the two without reading history in
connection. On one fact we can rely
that is the country’* the customs, and the
gnvornmeut; it is only the persons or
characters, generally, that are fictitious,
and not all there.
Now in reading novels, we must not
read for the sentiment, or love stories
contained therein. Books, that possess
no merit, that arc Only admired for the
happy tale, from which nothing of im
portance can be learned, aro utterly
worthless and injurious ; but we should
read with these niotivcs—tolearn history,
the customs of the time and human na
ture.
As for the latter, Bbakespcare is con
sidered the finest delineator of human
character. There are other advantages
to ho derived from standard novel-read
ing, namely : language and fine expres
sion of ideas; mid any one who wishes
a fine flow of language and a good style,
could not do better than devote some
time to Scott’s “YVavcrly” novels, or
some of Dickens’ or Bulwer’s master
pieces. But to be benefited you must
study it closely, and you will discover
beauties in style and expression which rt
casual reader would entirely overlook.
As an illustration of this we refer you
to Sir Walter Scott’s “ Lady of the
Lake,” which wo consider one of the
most beautiful poems ever written in
anv language. You may road it dozens
of times, and at every repetition you
will discover innumerable beauties that
were before overlooked, and this is the
case with any book of merit. Wc do
not believe in reading a pumber of nov
els at a time, disconnected with anything
else. This leads into tliat morbid taste
for light literature. Again, it is argued
by some, that all novel-reading is inju
rious, because one forms from them an
unreal idea of life—hopes in this world
that will never be realized. Have we
not instances sufficient of this kind in
real life? Is not the anticipation pleas
anter than the reality? Does not every
one build innumerable air castles that
arc never constructed? Is not this fully
as dangerous to the mind as novel-read
ing? And is there any one free from
this? They may call this ambition, as
piration ; hut is unrealized ambition any
better tnnn this ideal life, which is not
cherished and clings not to the mind
with the same tenacity? No; “man
never is but always to be blest," says
Pope.
Wc arc notextrome in our opinions on
this subject, and think anything can be
carried to excess; but the same rule
remarks good in ambition, air-castlc
building, or by what other name you
may call it, as in novel-reading.
We have confined ourself almost ex
clusively to novel-reading. Now a few
words on solid reading, aud we arc done.
Under this class we recognize histories,
whether religious or otherwise, the sci
ences, etc., and, to cap the climax, the
public press. Eastman, President of
Eastman Business College, Yew York,
says : “ Read the newspapers, they are
the great educators of the day.”
The latter kind, or solid reading, is
most important, in fact, indispensable;
yet fiction is both pleasant and profitable
if indulged in properly. Max.
Anderson (S. C.) Intelligencer; W.
1). Elrod, a progressive and enterpris
ing farmer of the Sandy Springs ncigh
boohood, paid us a visit on Saturday, anti
gave us some information that will
doubtless be of very great value to many
of our readers, viz: the cause of the
blindstaggers among horses aud how it
can be prevented. He says that this
disease which lias been so fatal among
the horses in this and adjoining counties
during the past winter, is caused by a
green mold on corn, generally found on
the small end of the car, hut sometimes
on other parts of it. This mold is very
poisonous, and is generally more plenti
ful after a dry year, or in new ground
corn. If the molded grains are careful
ly taken from the ears before they arc
fed to horses or mules blindstaggers will
be prevented. Mr. Elrod says that he
has observed this rule closely for several
years, as also have others of his acquain
tance with like results, and has never
lost a horse or mule from the disease.
Have you something to do that you
find hard and would prefer not to do?
Then listen to a wise old grandmother.
Do the hard thing first, and get over
with it. If you have done wrong, go
and confess it. If your lesson is tough,
master it. If the garden is to be weed
ed, weed it first and play afterward,
no the thing you don’t like first,
and then, with a clear conscience, try
the. rest.
