Democratic Sentinel, Volume 14, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 October 1890 — Page 6

CORN IS IN THE SHOCK.

THE END OF THE FARMERS* YEAR OF TOIL. Old and New Way* or Raining a Crop - Maize Can Be Gathered Only by Hand —lha Modern Way of Shocking < orn— Hippy Hulking Been of the Olden Days

HE harvest of corn is W here. An army of stalks, all straight and strong-jointed. \l\ stands in close ranks A~J against the assault of famine. Each warrior bears above his crest a plume which waves defiance to a world. Each bears f\* 'figjat his head a falchion -eSlaskeen as a Damasen6 blade, in a heath that came from the workshop of

time. Winter is coming. Across-the hills the breezes blow From fields of frost, from shrouds of snow. Gaunt hunger is marching upon the people. This guard of honor, which has stood in reserve all summer, is massed in •hocks, is mustered in cribs, is detached In cargoes and sent forward to the conflict The battle rages as the nights lengthen. It grows fiercer as the sun crosses the line and starts north again. The scattering volleys of retreating •quads fall on the air as winter changes to spring again, and victory crowns the conquering hosts of corn as tiny blades In June shoot upward toward the sun. Do you remember corn-planting days? Boys went barefooted then for the first time since that distant summer away beyond tho winter, which lingered an age. Grass was green in the fence-rows; wood

THE MODERN WAY OF SHUCKING IT.

violets bloomed in the forest; the willow was thronged with foliage, and even the oak and hard hickory had pushed tender leaves, just the size of squirrels’ ears, out through the rough, forbidding bark. Half over the field was a stretch of yellow sand, where the sun beat so fiercely that naked feet were burned. Not a atump nor a stone in the field; all the wide stretch from fence to fence one level of mellow earth. An expert went ahead with a “marker,” shambling along

straight across the field at a target stake, and shifting cogs and plates of steel have sunk the seed and covered it well with a speed unapproachpble in a former day. As the slender stalks rise up and ask for help against their enemies, the weeds, prompt allies of famine, the same young- man, with garments little stained by toil, can ride adown the rows and tend in a day more than a score j)t men could have served before. But when autumn comes —when frosts tiave laid a modest coat of gray upon the

CUTTING CORN.

fields of green—the giant toil stands well Intrenched. No machine can gather corn. The same old methods Walter Raleigh saw employed by Indians three hundred years ago are used to-day, and seem to defy improvement. Cornstalks will not all attain a uniform height; ears will not stand from the stem at the same angle or all put forth from the same side, and he who would gather corn must take his hands and husk it. When the ground U white with frosts of October mornings, when velvet blades have turned to harsh eimetars,.'when ears of corn once yielding to the touch are hard and rough as metal ra£ps, the poetry all goes out of farm life, and hovers like a dream about the pens of men who never won a dinner gathering corn. But the corn is made and must be garnered. TheHJ is no flinching, no turning back from ifjk«ome labor. Toil has hardened hands Ad Inured all to rough labor. The wagon, made doubly capacious by great •lde-boards, is driven into the field at the hither side; the team and the wheels •twaddle one row, while on either side two pr three more are taken by the huskers. !The weakest worker in the party is assigned to the task of following the wagon on the “down row,” lifting its ttroken stalks, gathering the grain, and tossing it into the retreating vehicle. Farmers' girls are often impressed into 41m service in corn gathering time, for

the sea c on is short and ranch remain* to be done before grim winter'may be defied. A husking peg four inches long, fashioned of tone, steel or hickory, and bound to the inner fingers with a >trip of leather, arms all the men, but modern Ruths who help their brothers scorn such assistance and part the stubborn husks on three stiff, rheumatic legs, tracing the lines which the droppers must follow. School has been “took up,” but boys have a holiday; they are needed at home.

IMPROVISED CRIBS IS THE FIELD.

And each one joins in the march across the yielding ground, dropping three grains in the cross of the marker. Men come behind with hoes and cover the corn with mellow earth, dexterously tucking them into beds from which they will rise enriched. A burial is going on in full faith of a resurrection, and with abundant assurance of return increased a thousandfold. Such dinners as they had in corn-planting time! Spring chickens had just risen to the dignity of “fries,” the garden contributed a vegetable zest, and oceans of sweet, fresh milk could be had for the asking. Back to the work in tho afternoon when tho glamor had worn off; persistent toil till tho field was won, and all hands marched together from tjie farther corner, whore all the scanty seed in the bottom of the baskets went to make a “king hill” to lead the rising grain.

Warmer suns shone on tho little mounds where the grains were hidden; gentle dews and drenching rains softened the bony shell which held the germ, and broad fields spread away with bright green lines tracing the promise of a bounteous yield. A little later and the shovel plow, the hoe, and even the hand must loosen the dirt and nurse the roots must destroy every life that could drain the fertility that belonged to corn—and, later still, when summer suns shone hottest, the rank green stalks rose to a man's height, hiding the ground and spreading long, broad blades to gather the good with which the air was charged. Tassels shoot from the verdant crown, and soft, silky pouches push from the side the crown of King Corn and the scepter of his reign. Improved machinery has lessened the labors of the farm life since those early days. Instead of the basket of seed and the single hoes then following the marker a tailor-clad young man rides with thumb and lingers. Later still than tho husking peg comes the husking glove,

AN OLD-TIME HUSKING BEE.

all bristling with stubs of steel and covering the hand whei*e attack is rudest. The wagon filled, if the field bo large, is driven to the crib for emptying, while another takes its place, that the work may go on without abating. Along the margins of the many corn fields light pens of rails are built, a dozen feet square, often half a dozen adjoining, which serve to house the crop till it is consumed by stock or until a price is offered that can tempt the farmer. But when that last wagon-load goes creaking from the field, forcing a progress across the crackling stalks, when the waiting and the toil of the year are summed in the words, “The harvest is won,” a consciousness of hard work well done brings somewhat of reward. The spirits rise with the end in view. The memories of tho pleasant things come back again. The dust, the wounds, the bleeding fingers, are forgotten. Tho girls sit down and pick the Spanish needles from their skirts, dismiss the harvest past and talk of other harvests of the heart.

But, maybe, the grass was short this year, hay is scarce and corn fodder will bo in stfong demand. If so, the rustic forco attacks tho withering crop, each man folding a, hill in his left arm, while with his right he smites tho stalks near the roots, severing them at a blow with a stefel blade made of a broken scythe or bought at the store in all the glory of red paint. Ten hills square, or a hundred, arc gathered in the shocks, which rest as a base against a central four, whose heads are bent and bound together like the ragged tent-poles of a wigwam. Later in thA season this fodder is hauled to the barn and husked, or shocks are broken open in mild moonlight nights of late fall, and around each heap, ravaging the stalks of their wealth of grain, gather the youth of the neighborhood to

THE BEGINNING AND THE END OF THE SHUCKING SEASON.

help with the work and to traffic in the raciest gossip of the realm. This custom is all that Is left of tho olden husking bee. , . Formerly corn was not husked, but “pulled,” shucks and all, and hauled to th* baru to be heaped up in a great pile

4 % against the double doors, there to wait until such time as farmers chose. Then as winter drew on husking-bees were in order. Lads and lasses in the neighborhood were hidden to the festival. They improvised seats of boxes, pails and inverted baskets. “Partners” was the rule, and when any youth found an ear of red corn he was entitled of right to a kiss from his companion. Cider served with a free hand and fried cakes and pumpkin pie rewarded the toilers. After the “bee” was over girls must be taken home. Happy the youth if the moon had gone down, if the way were long and the bridges narrow. And happy the nfaid if tho man who led her through that night's shadows proved all that her fancy promised for him. Her granddaughters know no husking bees, and arts acquired in distant schools must take the place of bright red ears of corn.

Woman in Office.

A woman behind an official desk is an awe-inspiring object to the most courageous man in existence; she is her sex plus authority, Charlotte Corday and Minerva combined. She is not the more imposing by reason of her office, but the office is imposing because she tills it, because the office is herself. Such a woman may insist on anything unhindered of man. He is even content, at her command, to concede that the earth is flat for the time being. He appears before so much majesty in a commanding attitude; he waits her pleasure patiently, not daring to murmur at delay. For these reasons the official woman does not go out of her way to annoy or to torture man; she accepts him as a worm, and because he is weak she refrains from treading on him, and goes no further than to gorgonize him with her Tennysonian “stony stare.” It is for members of her own sex that she reserves her more aggressive weapons, man, the worm, obierves, and after awhile he retaliates by saying that a woman in office cannot escape from herself. She refuses to see, or cannot see, any difference between a free, if tax-paying, public and her own family circle. She carries her home characteristics into public affairs, regarding men as the possessors of obnoxious latch keys, and women as the victims of them. Her clients are punished for her toothache and responsible for her dyspepsia. That she is compelled to hold lowly office is the fault of the world, and the world must suffer for it. She knows that she is better than other women, and demonstrates her superiority to anticipate their doubt, or the doubt that she has invented for them. In all probability these faults —light ones, after all, when compared with some of the offenses of the male official—will be remedied; but until they are, women in office will be a thorn in the flesh of women out of office.

The Sex Are Queer.

There were four passengers of us who got off at a country junction to wait two hours for the train on the o her line—two men add two women. None of us had ever seen each other before. The station was a little better than a barn, with no house nearer than a quarter of a mile. The women gave each other a look and entered the wait-ing-room, where they sat down as far apart as possible. “Well, old boy,” remarked the strange man to me. “Have a smoke?” “You bet,” And in five minutes we were well acquainted, and playing euchre under the shadow of a box-car. He didn’t take me for a thief, and I never suspected him of murder, and the two hours went by in a hurry. Not so in the depot, however. For the first half hour the two women glared at each other. Neither would speak first. Each was afraid of the other. One looked out into a turnip field, and the other into a swamp. Now and then one or the other mustered up courage to approach the door and look out, but always to return to her seat figain. Only one had a watch. She consulted it every five minutes, but the other dared not ask her what time it was. As an offset, however, a wooden pail, half full of warm water, stood near her. and though the other lady was dying for a drink she dared not go over to the pail. One had a novel, and the other had a bundle of shells and curiosities, and they could have chatted and visited and read and had a good time. But they dared not. They had not been introduced. What an awful thing if they had spoken and acted civilized, and then one had found out that the other was only a hired girl.— New York Sun.

The Way to Do It.

The Marion County (Ky.) Gazette recently printed the following paragraph: “We promised our readers to publish the names of all preachers who should get drunk from that time forward. Little did we think that in so short a time we would have to give the public the sad intelligence which is now being rumored about the town, and, so far as we can learn, not denied, that Rev. was drunk last Tuesday. We should be pleased to set the reverend gentleman right if he is falsely accused, and we are willing to do all in our power to clear him of the disgrace which has fallen upon him; but if these rumors are true the Church of God ought not to be imposed upon by him.” The paragraph indicates a deplorable decadence of religion in the back districts of Kentucky ; but it also indicates that public sentiment is healthy enough to cure the evil in time. While the preachers are drinking too much whisky, and, without doubt, quarreling over their respective claims to divine authority, the editor comes in with his lash and begins the work of clearing out the temple of those who profane it.

A Character.

The following testimonial was given to an illiterate servant girl: “This is to certify that the bearer has been in my service for one year less eleven months. During this time I found her to be diligent, at the front door; temperate, at her work; attentive, to herself; prompt, at excuses; amiable, towards young tradesmen; fatihful, to the policeman; and honest, when everything was safe under look and key.”— Pick-Me-Up. A OAB account may b« heavy, butit’a » light bill just the same.

SOUTHERN NEIGHBORS.

INTERESTING FACTS CONCERNING CENTRAL AMERICA. *- A Country Four Tlntos as Large as Illinois—With a Wonderfully Fertile Soli and Boundless Natural Resources, It Presents an Inviting Field lor the Enterprising Yankee. Central America is that portion of North America lying between the north boundary of the state of Panama and the south boundary of Mexico, and is about 900 miles long, with greatly varying width. In area it is about as large as either France or Spain or Germany, or four times the size of the State of Alabama, or a little more than three and a half times the size of Illinois. It ha 3 a population of 3,025,000. If we include that portion of the state of Panama north of the Isthmus, the area of Central America is four times that of the State of Illinois. It is a monntainons region, and a large part of it is covered with dense and valuable timber. The people are chiefly of Indian and SpanishIndian stock. Nearly all the metals abound, and the lands are very fertile. There is very little capital in the country. It could readily be made to support fifteen times its present population. The states comprising this region are Guatemala, Honduras, British Honduras (Belize), San Salvador, Nicaragua, and Costa Bica, of which the following is some information in detail: CENTRAL AMERICAN STATES. Areas in Present square populaNames of States. miles. t.ion, Guatemala. 51,300 1,300,000 Honduras 47,000 50.1,000 British Honduras (Belize). 9,000 23,000 ran Salvador 7,500 COO,OOO Nicaragua 59,000 400,000 Costa Bica 28,000 200,000 195.500 3,025,000 The state of Guatemala is just the size of Alabama, having an area of 51,000 square miles and a population of 1,300,000. Its capital, of the same name, has a population of 60,000. There are only 200,000 white people in the state, the great majority being Indians. Sheep, cows, horses, goats and pigs are common, and corn, beans, rice, wheat, sugar, coffee ($10,000,000 worlh of coffee was exported in 1889), and

tobacco are raised. There is an abundance of lead in the state, as well as silver and other metals, but little has been done in mining. It could easily sustain a population as large as that of the State of New York. Agriculturally it is far superior to the Empire State. The climate is said to be very herflthful. As yet little if any manufacturing is done in Central America, though Guatemala now has one cotton mill (April 12, 1890 k The state or republic of Honduras is the same size as the State of New York, and has a population of 500,000. Almost every variety of fruit is raised; fish, turtle and wild fowl are abundant. This state ranks high in its native mineral wealth, silver, gold and copper existing in larsre quantities; zinc and tin have also beSh found. The inhabitants are chiefly of the Indian type. There is no capital in the country, but it offers untold opportunities for mining, manufacturing and intelligent agriculture. British Honduras, or Balize, is the size of the State of New Hampshire, but has a small population of 25,000, many of them being negroes who were originally brought there as slaves. A few English residents control the business of the settled portions of this territory, and raise some sugar, and ship immense quantities of mahogany lumber to all parts of the world, and this lumber is inexhaustible in Central America.

The republic of San Salvador is about as large as the State of Massachusetts, and has a population of 650,000, and is the most densely peopled portion of Central America. Indigo has long been a leading article of export, though coffee is now the chief product exported. The cultivation of tobacco and sugar is also engaged in. Like the other States of this region, there is a woful lack of money with which to do business of any kind. The republic of Nicaragua is the size of the State of Georgia, and contains a population of only 400,000. The soil is so fertile and the climate so favorable to rapid vegetable growth that as many as four crops of corn have been raised in one year upon the same ground, and two or three crops of vegetables a year are common. Cattle of all kinds flourish here, and hides are extensively exported. Only 30,000 of the people are classed as white. The republic of Costa Rica is twice as large as Belgium, or twice the size of the State of Maryland, and has a population of only 200,000, while Belgium has a population of nearly 6,000,000. The people here are largely of Spanish descent. The land is fertility itself. Coffee is cultivated and exported, and is the present chief source of wealth, there being 26,000,000 coffee trees on 7,600 farms, and cotton, tobacco, and indigo could be grown in endless quantities. One American, Mr. M. C. Keith, ships a million bunches of bananas annually from Limon to New Orleans. Gold, silver, copper, iron, nickel, zinc, and lead are found, but are undeveloped. Thera is no manufacturing, though

there Ate now ISO miles of railway there, composed of four short lines. With these facts before us how can we doubt that Central America is the seat of a future empire? Its natural resources and the fertility of its soil far exceed those of France or Spain. The day is rapidly neariDg when we shall be connected with this garden spot by a railway which will be extended from Mexico to meet, by way of the Isthmus, the lines in South America, aDd the feeders of this great trunk line will bring the resources of Central America within easy reach. Then the magic of capital and directive ability will create wealth with a dazzling rapidity which will bring comfort and prosperity to a new nation which in a few decades may have a population equal to that of France, There is no field to-day more inviting for enterprise than Central America, nor one which railroads would develop more rapidly. Duane Doty.

“The very lich people are to be pitied,” said a well-known capitalist and clubman the other day to a New York correspondent of the Kansas City Star. “When a man once gets a large fortune there is no emolument worth striving for, for if he tries and succeeds in winning it the world says that his confliot was made easy by liis wealth. If he has political aspirations he is accused of purchasing votes and favor. If he wants to shine in literature it is declared that he hires an author to write his books. He is not permitted to have an honest love for art, for when he becomes a collector it is said that he buys pictures by the yard and statuary as though it were cheese. John Jacob Astor, who died recently, could have been Minister to England under President Hayes, but he refused the position because he knew the nation would declare that it was given in reward for his contribution to the campaign fund. In his whole lite John •Jacob Astor was nothing more than a real estate agent on a large scale, and hi 5 end was accomplished by gout, the bane of all rich men. Gout is the inevitable result of affluence. It is good food and what is now called good cooking that produces gout, and the man of large means is sure to have both.

MAP OF CENTRAL AMERICA.

Mr. Astor was what might be called a quiet liver, that is he was perfectly temperate in his appetites. Besides this he was an extraordinarily strong youth and began his life of luxury with a constitution of iron. But the steady, unbroken comforts and plenitudes of his existence did their work, and he died at sixty-eight, looking as hearty as any man in New York. It has sometimes been observed that gout is a fashionable ailment, but in reality it is a prevalent and deadly disease among the luxurious men in New York, and nearly every club window has a big redfaced man in it who is haunted by the realization that he may be called to his reckoning at any moment. If these men had ever been tempted into the fields of endeavor and taken pot-luck with the regular toilers of the earth they would be all right, but the smooth elegance of doing nothing that they have indulged in, together with the wines and spiced delicacies that have formed their sustenance, has put them into pretty much the same physical condition as those geese that we make into pates de fois gras. I advise the poor not to envy the rich. I will wager that they are as unhappy as anybody. The richer they are the more unhappy they are. They cannot go into the struggle for fame, they mistrust the motives of every new acquaintance, and they invariably have the gout. You will not find a more sorrowful looking set of men in New York than the ones that belong to my club. And they are the very richest citizens we have. In fact, lam a pretty sad dog myself.”

Kissing a Girl Without Having Been [?]

He passed last Sunday evening with a number of young lady friends. “I felt sure," said he, “that there was one of them who wanted very badly to be kissed, and I made up my mind to accommodate her if I got a chance. It came when I got up to go. The lady went with me to the door. In the semi-darkness of the hall I put my arm around her gently, turned her flower face up to mine and, holding her fast, pressed my face to her cheeks, kissing her on the forehead, the eyessuch eyes they are—and the iose-red lips. There was a stifled scream and I saw that she was genuinely indignant. “‘I—I beg your pardon,’ I stammered. “ ‘Mr. Jones,’ snapped she, ‘if you ever come here again without having oeen shaved for a week I’ll never speak to you. My face is just raw.” A simple cough remedy is made of an ounce of flaxseed boiled in a pint of water, a little honey added, an ounce of rock candy and the juice of three lemons, the whole mixed and boiled well. Thebe is an inmate of the Georgia State Lunatic Asylum who imagines in his insanity that he is a grain of corn. He will not go into the yard, fearing the chickens will eat him. It’s a bad batch of evil from which some little good con not be sifted.

Rich Men's Possible Woes.

LINCOLN'S MELANCHOLY.

Ills Sympathetic Nature and His Early Misfortunes. Those who saw much of Abraham Lincoln during the later years of his life were greatly impressed with the expression of profound melancholy his face always wore in repose. Mr. Lincoln was of a peculiarly sympathetic and kindly nature. These strong characteristics influenced, very happily, as it proved, his entire political career. They would not seem, at first glance, to be efficient aids to political success; .but In the peculiar emergency which Lincoln, in the providence of God, was called upon to meet, no vessel of common clay could possibly have become the “chosen of the Lord.” Those acquainted with him from boyhood knew that early griefs tinged his whole life with sadness. His partner in the grocery business at Salem was “Uncle” Billy Green, of Tallula, 111., who used at night, when the customers were few, to hold the grammar while Lincoln recited his lessons. It was to his sympathetic ear Lincoln told the story of his love fer sweet Ann Butlidge; and he in return, offered what comfort he l could when poor Ann died, and Lincoln’s great heart nearly broke. “After Ann died,” says “Uncle” Billy, “on stormy nights when the wind blew the rain against the roof, Abe would set thar in the grocery, his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands, and the tears runnin’ through his fingers. I hated to see him feel bad, an’ I’d! say, ‘Abe don’t cry;’ an’ he’d look up an’ say. ‘I can’t help It, Bill, the rain’s a failin’ on her.’ ” There are many who can sympathize with this overpowering grief, as they th(nk of a lost loved one, when “the rain’s a failin’ on her.” What adds poignancy to the grief some times is the thought that the lost one might have been saved. Fortunate, Indeed, is William Johnson, of Corona, L. 1., a builder, who writes June 28, 1890: “Last February, on returning'from church one night, my daughter complained of having a pain in her ankle. The pain gradually extended until her entire limb was swollen and very painful to the touch. We called a physician, who, after careful examination, pronounced it disease of the kidneys of long standing. All we could do did not seem to benefit her until we tried Warner's Safe Cure; from the first she com- 1 menced to improve. When she commerced l taking it she could not turn oter in bed*, and could just move her hands a little, but to-day she is as well as she ever was. I believe I owe the recovery of my daughter to its use.”

An Important Correction.

“You will want to put the new edition of our geography into your schools” remarked the publisher’s agent to the President of a school board. “But we changed geographies onl)' last spring,” protested tho school oifl j cial. “Yes, I know that; but wo want to keep up with the times, don't you?” “Yes, I suppose so.” “Then you’ll have to have our new edition, for it is tho only geography publihshed which has Heligoland down as a German possession.”

“It is not intellectual work that in-i jures the brain,” says the London Hos-\ pital, “but emotional excitement. Most men can stand the severest) thought and study of which their brains are capable, and be none the, worse for it; for neither thought nor study interferes with the recuperative influence of sleep. It is ambition, anxiety and disappointment, the hopes and fears, the loves and hates of our lives, that wear out our nervous system and endanger the balance of the brain.”— Dr. Foote!* Health Monthly.

Never Neglect a Cold.

Dr. Austin Flint says In the Forum: “It Is probable that a person with an inherited tendency to consumption would never develop the disease if he could be protected against infection with the tubercle bacillus. Ip the light of modern discoveries consumption can no longer be regarded as an incurable disease.” It is no exaggeration to say that Kemp’s Balsam, when taken in time, has saved many from consumption. At all druggists’; 50c and sl. Sample bottle free. A woman factory Inspector in Philadelphia has made 400 inspections during her service of six months. In nine cases out of ten she found that the operatives did not know where fire escapes were. New Yoke also suffers from the flea pest. The up-town private dwellings and apartment houses are overrun by the noxious insects just as they were a year ago.

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