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calling him immediately home, and as I had be- farms with their outstretching acres of pasture, become thoroughly interested in the programme tillage-land, and orchards. Agriculture is here. of our excursion by this time, I decided not to return with him but to continue the jaunt.
To go alone would be very dull, however, and so I concluded to scour the town for an acquaintance; and after wandering about the hotel and stores for an hour or more, I at last fell in with an old friend named John, who is something of an artist, somewhat of a dabbler in literary matters, and who has also a well-developed bump of self-esteem.
Capturing him by numerous inducements, I bade the reporter good-bye; we hurried aboard another train and soon were speeding rapidly over the “ iron highway" past Greenwood and through
LENAPE, THE PRIZE BULL. Glen Riddle, where our attention was drawn to a large number of cotton and woolen mills. Nor scientifically pursued by several gentlemen of was the eye relieved of such even when we had means, education, and experience, both in the arrived at the next station, Lenni, where we were cultivation of the soil and in stock-breeding; and
here, thinking to find some food for amusement, we concluded to stop.
It was in the cooler part of the afternoon that we strolled up the old Street-road, while friendly clouds passing ever and anon before the sun shielded us from its more vehement rays. After crossing Chester Creek, there lay spread before us for several miles on our right a sweep of lovely green
valley descending and ascending from the crests “STALWART," PRINCE OF THE SOUTH DOWNS. on either side with graceful and modulated curves
like the long swell of the ocean. On our left, as shown some factories of that gallant old gentle we reached higher ground, the well-trimmed man, General Patterson, who sends large quan- hedges and substantial bordering walls with groves tities of cotton and woolen cloths from his mills. of drooping cedars and fragrant pines gave notice
A short distance further on, in the neighborhood of Glen Mills, the aspect of the country is charming. Sparkling streamlets wind their way through narrow and devious glens, or down sunny slopes, while here and there the old gray rocks look out with rugged grandeur through the dense foliage; cozy farm-houses dot the valley and hill-side; and we long to climb an adjacent height and view the beautiful panorama of nature's loveliness.
We need not be told that we are in the midst of an important butter-producing country, for the eye catches continued glances of luxuriant pastureland and hundreds of grazing kine. We have been gradually working our way up a
ESTER OF LENAPE. gentle incline, and by the time we have reached Street-road station we find ourselves in an elevated, that we were approaching some gentleman's place, open country, amid charming country-seats and “where luxuriant nature was improved upon.”
Presently, at the end of an avenue leading through the trees and on the summit of a rounded hill, we came upon a residence almost buried in vivid verdure.
A pretty and simple relief to the prevailing color was furnished by troops of robins skipping over the smooth lawn and chirping in a merry fashion, making the grass-scented air alive with sweet sounds.
Possibly we had been about five minutes in walking from the station, but we were very warm, and therefore enjoyed to the utmost the cold
spring-water forced from its source under the hill a quarter of a mile away.
The house, built in the villa style, of rough- to see; and there is a bull, especially, it would hewn green-stone, had everything about it to be well to keep upon the right side of." accord with its surroundings. I was astonished “You need not think I am afraid, but I do at my friend John, who, affected by all this love object to these animals roaming about free. I liness, instead of reclining for a short rest upon suppose they are chained ?” one of the rustic tenches on the veranda, and “I hope so, John; however, we are furnished puffing his cigarette leisurely while enjoying it to with excellent powers of locoinotion, and can the full, began striding up and down the porch in show our heels in case of danger." a measured manner, as if he owned the place, and We were soon out of sight of the house, and evidently in an imaginative mood.
found the inspiration of so much beauty fittingly “What is the matter now, John ?" I asked. relieved by the consideration of practical utility to
“You could not buy this place even if you had be seen in the stables. An interest in the stock the money."
had prompted our visit, and the inspection proved “Well, suppose I couldn't. What does it ample reward for our trouble. matter if I choose to put myself in the owner's Every imaginable arrangement has been made boots for the time being! Just look around at and every device resorted to for securing perfect the hills and meadows,-one glorious prospect of drainage, thorough ventilation, and comfort. By green as far as the eye can reach,--and imagine a plan of wondrous simplicity, the stalls are so the happiness of the man who can say, 'I am provided that near neighbors can neither fight monarch of all I survey.'"
nor steal from each other nor disturb each other's "That is all very pretty, John; but if my friend rest at night. Here we were introduced to the Sharpless was to see you just now, I think he would monarch of kine-Lenape, a thoroughbred bull, be astonished at you waving your hand over his four years old on April 5th. He is beautifully acres in such a patrimonial and familiar way; the developed, of a fawn color, and with a fine head. housekeeper says he is at the stables, however; so He was born of a crack family, his father being suppose we join him there, only do not get too the registered bull Vermont, and his mother familiar with the horses or the rams we are about imported Magna, a cow that made nearly sixteen
four years old, a dark-fawn color, with four white fetlocks, and a small marking on the left rump. Apart from her milking qualities, she is a neatly built cow and was awarded the first prize as the best cow between three and four years, at the
State Fair in 1879. A WAYSIDE SKETCH.
She was bred by the
famous Jersey pounds of butter a breeder, Philip Aubin, of Trinity, and is descended week in June, 1877. from one of the best families on the island. “And Lenape was one of such a milker !” said John Brannan, one of the the choice ones at | old employés ; “why, she never goes dry, and the State Fair in when on pasture she thinks nothing of giving 1879, and he re- from sixteen to eighteen quarts a day." For ceived the premium beauty, however, Ester's companion, Lily Lefor the best bull nape, will bear off the palm. Both cows were over two years old. imported together, but Lily is a month younger.
“How majestic he She is a cream-fawn, black switch, with white looks,” remarked fleck on left side of belly. She possesses a pret
John. . tily-shaped head, prominent milk vein, and good And he certainly did escutcheon. Her average milking capacity is sixlook and behave majesti- teen quarts. cally as he greeted us with | Mr. Sharpless has, with a success equal to his
sonorous snorts from the enterprise, continued through a long period of depths of his proud swelling breast.
years a course of really able management in the “I wonder what would happen if that ring rearing of fine stock-cows that will give eighteen through his nose would give way,” said John ; to twenty quarts of milk a day, and bulls that but upon this point his owner reassured us by bear comparison with any in the country. . . approaching and making free with the dignified On such a farm men from the west and south animal, who appeared very civil..
find what they need when possessing a true idea Beauclerc was another splendid-looking creature, of stocking their places and can secure that which solid colored, five years old, and while not show will do them credit. Scattered about over the ing the quality of Lenape, is yet quite a desirable meadows were many true-blooded Jersey cows, and bull in the herd. Heavy and compactly made, very at the milking hour a lively sight may be witnessed deep in front and in good order, no bull has better as they take their places in the milking-shed, breeding. His mother was the famous butter cow, which is kept as clean and pure as a dining-hall. imported Niobe, that took the prize awarded by the The milk yielded here so plentifully gives a rich American Jersey Cattle Club as the best cow at the yellow cream which is churned into the golden Centennial. Our inspection of the bulls ceased prints of butter, styled “gilt-edged,” so well with him ; for after seeing the Czar we did not | known to epicures. care to inspect the Grand Dukes.
In the spring-house, supplied with constant One could scarcely fail to note the neat forms flowing streams of pure water, we surveyed the and coats of the cows. Ester of Lenape stands long array of well-filled pans and the rich yellow indisputably at the head of the herd. Ester is prints, partook of a deep draught from the morn