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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.