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ROCKY 1MOUNTAIN HUSBANDMAN
PER.o A Journal Devoted to Agriculture, Live-stock, Home Reading, and General News. 10 CtOP. VOL. 1. DIAMOND CITY, M. T., FEBRUARY 10, 1876. NO. 12. _ PUBLISHED WEEKLY B Y R. N. SUTHERLIN, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. The RocvKY MIOUNTAIN HUSBANDMAN is designed to be, as the name indicates, a husbandman in every sense of the term, embracing in its columns every department of Agriculture, Stock-raising, Horti culture. Social and Domestic Economy. --- - ADVERTISING RATES. iweek $2 $3 $5 $ $9 $11 $20 $30 2 weeks 3 4 7 10 15 28 40 i month 5 8 12 15 8 21 40 60 Smouths 10 16 21 30 42 80 120 Smonths 18 25 3 45 54 6 120 200 Syear 30 40 69 75 90 105 180 250 Transient advertisements payable in advance. Regular advertisements payable quarterly. Twenty-five per cent. added for special advertise ancnts.. AGRICULTURAL. DIGNITY COF LABOR. This, indeed, is an interesting theme--one which will stir more hearts perhaps, than any other. The knight of the mine, field and forge, when a day of toil is ended, loves to sit down by his fireside, rude though it may be, and read of the nobleness of his calling. But when it occurs to them that those fine sentences that so much inspire them with courage, are the product of some brain that has known nothing but culture, whose refinement and polish hold its pos sessor aloof from a calling it eulogizes. Yes, when the man, innured to toil, reads by the pale, flickering light of his candle, one of those splendid productions penned beneath the blaze of a brilliant chandalier, by a man of affluence, whose hands were never hard ened.by toil, whose muscles and sinews have never been brought into requisition to pro vide daily food; one who is acquainted only with the theory of the subject. The glory and comtort he was inclined to take, dies out, and in the language of Richlieu, he ex claims to himself " ye safe and formal man who writes the deeds, and with unfeverish hand weighs in nice scales the motives of the great, how can ye know that which ye have never tried." IHe naturally concludes that the poetic side of labor is on paper. It very naturally occurs to him, and he asks him self if the coarse meal of the laborer is so sweet, his couch so downy, his slumbers so sweet and free from care, why these emi nent lights of society never step forth to en joy it. In this age of progress, men are not carried away by every syren song that sounds mellodiou.t to their ears, and the old admonition of " go on, boy, you are right," dies out upon the wind. He that would be a counselor to-day, must be a practical man, and by deeds as well as words show forth his faith. Writing is getting to be to much of a profession.. Men write beautiful things because they are a source of praise to the writer, and not because they in truth, feel the wisdom of their utterances. The brawny, hard-handed man of toil has at last learned this, and cares not to read such windy com position. Hence, in our selections for our readers, we shall endeavor to gather such as comes from a source whose honesty of purpose cannot be doubted; whom, we be lieve, have gained the knowledge of the matters of which they speak in actual con tests in the great battle of life. The following address, delivered by Mat. T. Rose, before Donneraille Grange, Ken tucky, will be read with unusual interest, coming as it does, from the rank of labor, where men's acts belie hot their words: "At the solicitation of the members of Donneraille Grange, I appear before you this evening. I certainly appreciate the high compliment you have paid me. I have no doubt that I shall in the least meet the expectations of my auditors. I recognize in this audience the chivalry and beauty of the Blue Grass region. Women are here, many of whose minds are festooned with the drapery of classic lore, and decorated with the classic flowers of rhetoric. She in variably contributes her presence and lends her gentle influence, which is as unbounded as the waves of the ocean, to everything that elevates and benefits mankind. Upon my left I notice many with whom I have trod the flowery paths of literature, men of sagacious minds and resplendent culture, the majority of whom by far transcend in general information and scholarly attain ments that of your humble speaker. On any other than this occasion I should invoke the inspiration of the Muse-I can better please when I trench upon the realms of fanciful speculation. I shall ignore much of that on this occasion. The theme for our consideration this even ing will be the Dignity of Labor. From the foundarion of the world there has been a tendency to look down upon labor, and those who live by it, with contempt, as though it were something mean and ignoble. This is one of those vulgar prejudices which have arisen from considering everything vulgar that was peculiar to the multitude. Because the multitude have been suffered to remain too long rude and ignorant, every thing associated with their condition has been confounded with the circumstances of this condition. The multitude were, in their rudeness and ignorance, mean in the public estimation, and the labor of their hands was held to be mean too. Nay, it has been said that labor is the result of God's primary curses pronounced on man for his disobe dience. But this is a great mistake. God told Adam that the ground was cursed for his sake; but not that his labor was cursed. lie told him that in the sweat of his face he should eat bread until he returned to the grpund. Bht so'f froem labor partaking of the curse, it was given him as the means of triumphing over the curse. The ground was to produce thorns and thistles, but labor was to extirpate them, and to cover the face of the earth with fruit trees, and bounteous harvests. And labor has done this. Labor has already converted the earth, so far as its surface is concerned, from a wildernes into a paradise, Man eats his bread in the sweat of his face, but is there any bread so sweet as that; when he has only nature to con tend with, and not the false arrangements of his fellow men? So far is labor from being a curse, so far is it from being a disgrace, it is the very principle which, like the winds of the air, or the agitation of the sea, keeps the world in health. It is the very life-blood of society, stirring in all its veins, and dif ftusing vigor and enjoyment through the whole system. Without man's labor, God had created the world in vain. Without our labor all life, except that of the rudest and most savage kind, must perish. Arts, civilization, refine ment, and religion must perish. Labor is the grand pedestal of God's blessings upon earth; it is more like man and the world it self; it is the offspring and the work of God.. All honor then to labor, the offspring of De ity, the most ancient of ancients, sent forth by the Almighty into these nether worlds, the most noble of nobles. Honor to that Divine principle which has filled the earth with all the comforts, and joys, and afflu ence that it possesses, and is undoubtedly the instrument of happiness wherever life is found. Withoult labor what is there? With out it there were no World itself. Whatever we see or perceive.in Heaven or on earth, is the product of labor. The azure sky above us, the ground beneath us, the air we breathe, the sun that steals the dewdrop from the flower, the moon that sleeps upon the hill side, the stars that dance in the sapphired canopy of Heaven, like so many diamonds in a sea of glass, what are they ? The pro duct of labor. They are the labors of the' Omnipotent, and all our labors are but a con tinuance of His. Our workis a divine work. We carry on what God began. What a glo rious spectacle is that of the labor ot man upon the earth. It includes everything that is glorious. Look around, my friends, and tell me what you see that is worth seeing, that is not the work of your hands, and the hands of your fellows--the multitude of ages. Behold the changes that have taken place in our whole western country within the lapse of a few short years. Look for the wigwams of the poor Indian, who was once lord of the soil we now possess. It is gone, and his bones mingled with the dead of his habitation. The storm of enterprising civi lization has wreaked its fury on the poor In dian; his lands have passed into the hands of the white man, whose splendid mansions now rest on the graves of his ancestors. His peaceful forests, once the abode of solitude and savage life, in which he, unmolested, tracked his game and pursued the panting deer, now resound with the festivities of civ ilization and the busy hum of labor. Those innocent and forlorn people, who received our forefathers in the spirit of friendship, instead of being fostered by the genial hand of civilization, have been driven to the feet of the Rocky or Oregon mountains, and pre sent a sad and solitary spectacle of their former greatness. In a few more years the race of the poor Indian will be forever ex th.gnished, and his council fires blaze no more. The wilderness has been subdued, and the house of God has been built, where once ascended the smoke of warlike and idolatrous sacrifice; cultivated fields and gardens now extend over a thousand valleys in the west. Institutions of learning are hourly springing forth, diffusing the light of knowledge. My friends, hath not labor ac complished much ? A few years since, even within the memory of a few of the present inhaL.ju~t this i[nmense region was~a per fect wilderness. The darkened intellect of the savage knew God but in the winds and thunders; on every side the dark foliage of the shadowy forest waved in the silent maj esty of nature, and her noble rivei's moved on in silence, with no other commerce than the peltry of the savage hunter. Most of the rivers are now navigated by steamers, affording the quickest facility of transporta tion, and the most lucrative commerce. A thousand villages are reflected from the waves of almost every lake and river, and the west now echoes with the song of the reaper, until the wilderness and the solitary place has beeni glad for us, and the desert has rejoiced and blossomed as the rose. True, the wise ones tell us that it is the intellect that has done it. And all honor to intellect. It is not you nor I, fellow-work ers, who will attempt to rob the royal power of intellect of one iota of his renown. In tellect is also a glorieus gift of the Divinity -a divine principle in the earth. We set intellect at the head of labor, and bid it lead the way to all wonders and discoveries; but we know that intellect cannot go alone-in tellect cannot separate itself from labor. In tellect has also its labors ; and, in its most abstract and ethereal form, cannot develop itself without the co-operation of its twin brother, labor. When intellect exerts itself -when it thinks, and invents, and discovers --it then labors. Intellect is the head ; la bor the right hand. Take away the hand, and the head is a magazine of knowledge and fire that is sealed up in eternal darkness. Such are the relationship of labor and intel lect. Labor, I repeat, either of brain, heart, or hand, is the only true manhood, the only true nobility. "Man ashamed of toil of thine hands, scarred with service more hon orable than that of war; of a soiled, weath er-stained garment, on which Mother Nature has embroidered mist, sun, rain, fire, and steam, her own heraldic honors--a.slhanmed of these tokens and titles, and envwous. of the flaunting of imbecile idleness and vanity -'tis treason to nature; 'tis impiety to heav en." 'Tis breaking her great divliei ordi. nance. The exodus from Eden was·' "Go fbrth and till the soil, d in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread." We know not until we exert our power what we are capable of doing. How often does the mur muring spirit of man blame nature when the fault lies in the want of proper improve. ment of the gems of intellect she hasbestow ed on all. Truly is education, both morally and intellectually considered, chiefly the fruit of our own labor. All excellence de pends on laoor, In conclusion, brothers and sisters, allow me to commend for your consideration labor in this glorious cause. Remember that dil ligence and application are the essential ele Inents of success in every undertaking in life. I am aware that we have drones, croakers, sore-heads, in our organization ; and occa sionally we find one that was born in the objective case. The sooner we divest our selves of that element the better it will be for the active, vigorous, energetic, working members of the Order. HORTICULTURE. HORTICULTURAL PROSPECTS IN MINNE. BOTA. Having given the subject of fruit culture my especial attention for thepasteight years, and visiting most of the orchards in this State and northern Iowa for the past four years, I will give your readers the benefit of some of my dearly bought experience, and what facts I have gathered from the experi ence of others-some in remote parts of the State. The winter of 1872-3 gave fruit growing such a heavy blow that it will take years to recover from it. The question that now interests the pro ducing class is, can fruit be profitablyg~wn Minnesota, or shall we depend upon :wheat and buying our fruit ' Those who will give this subject little or no attention, had'better depend on the latter way of obtaining their fruits of all kinds ; but the successful farmer who will give his garden and orchard the same careful attention and study that he does his wheat and stock raising, will have the satisfaction of growing an abundance of fruit, including apples of fair size and qual Ity, lasting him the year through. And all agree with me that Minnesota is by nature a fruit growing State in her own way, for no northern State excels her in growing fine wild plums, crab apples, cran berries, raspberries, etc., or walnuts, hickory, and all hardy nuts, and why not apples ? Even Maine, Canada, Norway, and northern Russia grow their own apples, and shall Minnesota be counted out in this linue? That some of your readers mayknow that I am in earnest in the discussion of this fruit question, I will state at the outset that I have about seven thousand fruit trees in my or chard, covering over a little more than twen ty-filve acres, and unless I meet with a worse mishap than the cold winter above referred to, I shall cover forty acres:,with orchard, believing that I shall reap larger profits, than from the same capital invested in general farm products.--E. B. Jordan, in Rochester Record. We see no reason :Why the above will not apply to Montana gs, well as to Minnesota, Experiments tlptfiar :ave.proved equally as successful as in the eastern States of our latitude. The first experiments in Minne sota were ateiided with less success than those in iolitana, and it is highly' probable that it wall .prove a better fruit growing country. SBall fruit of every description flotrlshes4lnely here, and where thb experl went of, growing large fruit has been tried, in Bitter Root and Pasamari valleys, It bas proven the fact, beyond doubt, that' with proper care and attention, hardy truit, sucie as apples, plums, cherries, the Siberan.t irb, etc., can be raised here, Of course, waipst not expect to srise fruit here wihout 4 great deal more trouble and care than would ,be necessary in more favored seetione.