Transactions of the Northern Wisconsin Agricultural and Mechanical Association, Band 7Northern Wisconsin Agricultural and Mechanical Association., 1880 |
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00 Best 00 Second best A. A. Winslow acre agricultural animal Appleton ashes bees Best pair better boys Burtis bushels bushels per acre butter C. H. Root calves cents cheese CLASS cloudy convention corn cows crop cultivation dairy Daubner dollars Dougherty experience fair farm farmers feed fertilizers filly flowers fruit George Washington Peck Hazen honey horse Huntley insect J. M. Smith J. V. Jones K. M. Hutchinson labor ladies land larvæ manure McKeen measured bushel milk oleomargarine Oshkosh phosphoric acid plants plaster plow potash potatoes pounds premium President Prof pupa R. D. Torrey rain raise RECOMMENDED BY COMMITTEE seed soil straw and grain T. W. Rhodes thing tion trees varieties W. H. Turneaure W. W. Daniells Waupaca county Waushara county Weight of straw winter wheat Wisconsin worm Yield per acre
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Seite 222 - Over the hill the farm-boy goes. His shadow lengthens along the land, A giant staff in a giant hand ; In the poplar-tree, above the spring, The katydid begins to sing; The early dews are falling; — Into the stone-heap darts the mink ; The swallows skim the river's brink ; And home to the woodland fly the crows, When over the hill the farm-boy goes, Cheerily calling, " Co', boss ! co', boss ! co' ! co' ! co' ! " Farther, farther, over the hill, Faintly calling, calling still, "Co', boss!
Seite 223 - To supper at last the farmer goes. The apples are pared, the paper read, The stories are told, then all to bed. Without, the crickets' ceaseless song Makes shrill the silence all night long ; The heavy dews are falling. The housewife's hand has turned the lock ; Drowsily ticks the kitchen clock ; The household sinks to deep repose, But still in sleep the farm-boy goes Singing, calling — "Co', boss! co', boss! co'!
Seite 126 - THE proper study of mankind is man,' — The most perplexing one, no doubt, is woman ; The subtlest study that the mind can scan, Of all deep problems, heavenly or human ! But of all studies in the round of learning, From nature's marvels down to human toys, To minds well fitted for acute discerning, The very queerest one is that of boys ! If to ask questions that would puzzle Plato, And all the schoolmen of the middle age, — If to make precepts worthy of old Cato, Be deemed philosophy...
Seite 223 - The new milch heifer is quick and shy, But the old cow waits with tranquil eye, • And the white stream into the bright pail flows, When to her task the milkmaid goes, Soothingly calling, "So, boss! so, boss! so! so! so!
Seite 256 - Give fools their gold, and knaves their power ; Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall ; Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants a tree, is more than all. For he who blesses most is blest ; And God and man shall own his worth Who toils to leave as his bequest An added beauty to the earth.
Seite 156 - ... firms from their foundations, and scatter their fortunes to the winds, need not trouble him. I do not believe this is true; neither do I believe it would be well, if it were true. But this much is undoubtedly true, that of all the occupations followed, either in this or any other country, there are none that are so well calculated to make a man and his family truly elevated and refined, in the broad sense of the term, and none that will make him so near independent in the world as this. " But,"...
Seite 222 - The straw's in the stack, the hay in the mow ; The cooling dews are falling; The friendly sheep his welcome bleat; The pigs come grunting to his feet; The whinnying mare her master knows, When into the yard the farmer goes His cattle calling, "Co', boss! co', boss! co'!
Seite 313 - And,— what was more her fate than blame, — A nine months' widow was our dame. But toil was hard, for trade was good, And gallants sometimes will be rude. " And what can a lone woman do ? The nights are long and eerie too. Now, Guillot there's a likely man, None better draws or taps a can ; He's just the man, I think, to suit, If I could bring my courage to't." With thoughts like these her mind is crossed : The dame, they say, who doubts, is lost. " But then the risk ? I'll beg a slice Of Father...
Seite 313 - m worried off my legs with care, And need some help to keep things square. I Ve thought of Guillot, truth to tell ! He 's steady, knows his business well. What do you think ? ' When thus he met her : ' Oh, take him, dear ; you can't do better ! ' ' But then the danger, my good pastor, If of the man I make the master. There is no trusting to these men.
Seite 313 - Her looks gave flavour to her wine, And each guest feels it, as he sips, Smack of the ruby of her lips. A smile for all, a welcome glad, — A jovial coaxing way she had; And, — what was more her fate than blame, — A nine months