GETTING POOR ON RICH LAND AND RICH ON POOR LAND.

A close observer of men and things told us the following little

history, which we hope will plow very deeply into the attention of all

who plow very shallow in their soils.

Two brothers settled together in —— county. One of them on a cold,

ugly, clay soil, covered with black-jack oak, not one of which was

large enough to make a half dozen rails. This man would never drive

any but large, powerful, Conastoga horses, some seventeen hands high.

He always put _three_ horses to a large plow, and plunged it in some

ten inches deep. This deep plowing he invariably practised and

cultivated thoroughly afterward. He raised his seventy bushels of corn

to the acre.

This man had a brother about six miles off, settled on a rich White

River bottom-land farm—and while a black-jack clay soil yielded

seventy bushels to the acre, this fine bottom-land would not average

fifty. One brother was steadily growing rich on poor land, and the

other steadily growing poor on rich land.

One day the bottom-land brother came down to see the black-jack oak

farmer, and they began to talk about their crops and farms, as farmers

are very apt to do.

“How is it,” said the first, “that you manage on this poor soil to

beat me in crops?”

They reply was “_I_ WORK _my land_.”

That was it, exactly. Some men have such rich land that they won’t

_work_, it; and they never get a step beyond where they began. They

rely on the _soil_, not on labor, or skill, or care. _Some men expect

their_ LANDS _to work, and some men expect to_ WORK THEIR LAND;—and that

is just the difference between a good and a bad farmer.

When we had written thus far, and read it to our informant, he said,

“three years ago I travelled again through that section, and the only

good farm I saw was this very one of which you have just written. All

the others were desolate—fences down—cabins abandoned, the settlers

discouraged and moved off. I thought I saw the same old stable door,

hanging by one hinge, that used to disgust me ten years before; and I

saw no change except for the worse in the whole county, with the

single exception of this one farm.”

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