Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 April 1883 — No Dakota for Him. [ARTICLE]

No Dakota for Him.

A laud agent wanted a Kentucky farmer to emigrate to Dakota as he was not making his living in the old commonwealth. “What inducements do yon offer?” asked the farmer. “We have the richest lands, the finest wheat, the best water, the fattest stock and the biggeat farms in the world." “Yes,” undoubting, interrupted the farmer. “Why, man, on one of those big farms they plow a furrow five miles long. ” “What?” “They plow a furrow five miles long.” “That ends it, stranger. Don’t talk Dakota to me! It’s all I can do to plow one of these danged little fiftyjrard furrows here in Kaintuck, and if it was five miles long I never would git to the end of it. Gee, whoa, Buck, git up there!" and he started across his patch, leaving the agent sitting on the fence. —The Drummer. A lady writes: “Painful menstruation wat the bane of my life I dreaded those feelings of bearing down and that pain in the side and loins. Of late I got in the habit of using Dr. Guygott’s Yellow Dock and Sarsaparilla. It goes right to the spot, gives me strength and frees me from all pain. I think it is worth its weight in gold.”