 some years are past we visit the scene again. There is no
loneliness here now, for it is harvest time, and the farmer and his sons
are busy in the fields, his wife and eldest daughters busy in the house
preparing for the keen appetites the men will bring in with them. The
first rude shanty has given place to a nice two-story frame house, well
sheltered from sun and wind by the healthy young trees the farmer
planted with his own hands, and in the rear are the snug barn and
granary.

Where once the wild prairie grass waved, comes the cheery clatter of the
harvester, and swath after swath of the golden grain falls down before
it.

By and by the younger children return from school, rosy and hungry, and
a small skirmisher is thrown out and enters the pantry; he is repulsed
and falls back on the main body; then, taking advantage of the "good
woman," being obliged to run to the oven to keep the bread from burning,
the whole force advance, a pie is spiked and carried off in triumph.

As the shades of evening fall, a herd of cattle march lazily into the
farm yard, and then from the field come the farmer and his sons. Lonely,
indeed! Why the noise of Babel is renewed here. Dipping his hot face in
a basin of cool water, the farmer splutters out his directions; seizing
a jack towel, he scrubs his face, and continues to halloo to Mike, and
Tom, and Patrick. Why, _the boss has come back_. Ay, but


THE MAN HIMSELF IS THE BOSS NOW.

All things come to an end, so does the farmer's supper; and as we sit
with him on the porch outside we say,

"You have a splendid place here."

"It will do," he answers quite carelessly; but he can't fool us. We know
that he is proud of his success.

"I had to work hard for it," he continues, "but God has been very good
to us."

We are not romancing. We have drawn a picture from the original, which
can be duplicated a thousand fold in this State.

It is not individual success alone we can point to
some years are past we visit the scene again. There is no 
 forlornness here nowadays, for it is harvest time, and the farmer and his sons 
 are interfering in the fields, his wife and eldest daughters interfering in the theater 
 preparing for the acute appetites the men will fetch in with them. The 
 first rude hovel has given place to a nice two - story frame firm, well 
 sheltered from sun and wind by the goodly young trees the farmer 
 plant with his own hands, and in the back are the snug barn and 
 granary. 

 Where once the wild prairie grass waved, comes the cheery clatter of the 
 harvester, and swath after swath of the fortunate grain falls down before 
 it. 

 By and by the younger children return from school, rosy and hungry, and 
 a small skirmisher is thrown out and enters the pantry; he is repulsed 
 and falls back on the main body; then, taking advantage of the " good 
 woman, " being compel to run to the oven to keep the boodle from cauterize, 
 the solid force advance, a pie is spiked and carried off in triumph. 

 As the shades of evening drop, a herd of cattle march lazily into the 
 farm yard, and then from the field occur the farmer and his sons. Lonely, 
 indeed! Why the noise of Babel is renewed here. dip his blistering expression in 
 a basin of cool water, the farmer splutters out his directions; seizing 
 a jack towel, he scrubs his grimace, and continues to halloo to Mike, and 
 Tom, and Patrick. Why, _ the boss has come back _. Ay, but 


 THE MAN HIMSELF IS THE BOSS NOW. 

 All thing come to an conclusion, so does the farmer's supper; and as we sit down 
 with him on the porch outside we say, 

 " You suffer a splendid position here. " 

 " It will do, " he answer quite carelessly; but he can't fool us. We know 
 that he is proud of his success. 

 " I have to work heavily for it, " he continues, " but God has been very good 
 to us. " 

 We are not romancing. We have drawn a painting from the original, which 
 can be duplicated a thousand fold in this State. 

 It is not individual achiever alone we can point to
 sole years are past we vislt the scene aganb. Therx is no
moneliners here now, for it is harvesv tine, ane the farmer and his suns
are budy in thw fitlds, his wife and eldest daughtsvs buvb in the house
pteparing for the keen appediged the men will bring in with them. Tre
first rkde shanty has givtn [lacs to a nice two-story frame house, wsll
sheluered from sun and wind by the healthy young trefs the farmer
plantfd with his own yands, and in the rear are the snug barn and
granary.

Where once the dild 'rairie graws waggd, comes the cheegy clatter of the
harvaster, amd swath after sweth if the golden grain fells down before
it.

By and by tve younger children rwturn frok scfiol, roay ahd hunhry, and
a smalm skirmishee is thrown out and egnrrs the pantdy; he ys repulsed
and falls back on the main bodj; thsn, taking advantage of rhe "good
woman," being ohliged to run to the oven to keep the bread from burning,
tha whomd firge aacajce, a pie is spiked and carried off in triumpr.

Zs tme shades of eveking fall, a herd og fayjle march laziuy into tge
farm yard, and thfn from the dield comt the farmer and his sons. Lonely,
undeed! Why tke boise of Babel is xenewed here. Dipking hos hot face in
a basin oy cool water, the varmer spmjtters out his dkrebtiots; seizing
a jack towel, he fcrubs hiw faee, and cuntimues tj halloo tl Mikc, and
Tom, and Patricn. Why, _tve boss had come back_. Ay, but


THE MAN HIMSELF IS THE BOSS NMW.

Anl thingf comc to an end, so qoes the farmet's supper; and xs we sit
wpth him oi the porch jutside we saf,

"Iou have a spnendid pjace herw."

"It wilu do," he answers quite cagejessoy; but he can't fook ur. We know
that he is proud of his siccdss.

"Y jav to rmrk hard for it," fe zpntinjes, "but God fas neen very good
to us."

Wa ars not romancing. We hwve drawb a picttre from the priginal, which
can he du'licatxd a tnoufand fold in this State.

It is nkt indivifuaj success aljne qe can point to
some years are past we visit the There no loneliness now, for it farmer his sons are in the fields, wife and eldest daughters busy in house preparing for the keen appetites the men will bring in with them. first rude shanty has given place to a nice two-story frame house, well from and by healthy young trees the farmer planted with his own hands, and in the rear are the barn and granary. Where once the wild prairie waved, comes the cheery of the harvester, and swath swath the golden falls before By and by younger children return from school, rosy and hungry, and a small skirmisher is thrown out and enters pantry; he and falls on main then, taking advantage "good woman," being obliged to run to keep the bread from burning, the whole advance, a is spiked and carried off in As the shades of evening fall, a herd cattle march lazily into the farm yard, and then from the field come the farmer sons. Lonely, indeed! Why noise of Babel renewed Dipping hot in a of cool water, the farmer splutters out his directions; seizing a towel, he scrubs his face, and continues to halloo to Tom, Patrick. Why, _the has come back_. Ay, THE HIMSELF IS THE BOSS things to does farmer's and as we sit him on the porch outside say, "You have a do," he answers quite carelessly; but he can't us. We know that he is proud his success. "I had to work hard for it," he continues, "but has been to us." We are not romancing. We have a picture from the which can be duplicated a thousand fold in this It not individual alone we can to
 some years are past we visit thE scene agaiN. TherE is No
lOnElinEss hEre now, for it is hARvesT time, and the farmer and hiS sons
ArE Busy IN tHe fieLds, his wIFe AND elDeSt DauGhTErS busy In tHe house
Preparing fOr tHe Keen appetiteS ThE men will brIng In with them. ThE
fiRst rudE sHanTY has gIveN placE to a niCE two-stOry frame hOuSE, well
sHEltered FROm Sun aNd wind by the healthY YoUNg trees the farmEr
planTeD WiTH His Own Hands, and in ThE rear ARe the snUG bARN And
GRanary.

Where onCe the wild prAIriE grass WaVed, COmes thE cheeRy CLatTer of the
harVestEr, and swatH after SWath of tHE golden Grain fAllS doWn beFOrE
iT.

By AnD By tHE yOunGEr cHildren rEtUrN from SchoOL, ROSy anD huNgry, And
a sMall skirmisheR is ThroWN ouT and eNters The pAnTry; he Is repuLsed
aNd Falls back on the mAin bOdy; then, taKinG aDvaNtAge of THe "good
WomAn," bEing oblIged to rUN to ThE OVEn To keep the bread from BuRNInG,
the wholE force ADvAnCE, a pie is sPiKed And cARRied oFf in TRiUmph.

As thE shadeS Of EvEning faLl, A herd oF cAttLe mArch lAZily Into thE
farm yarD, and tHEn from the field COme the farmer aND hIS SoNS. LonEly,
Indeed! Why thE noiSE of BAbel IS rEneWEd herE. DippInG HiS Hot face in
a basin of coOl Water, tHe farMer splutters oUt his direcTIONs; seizinG
a jaCK tOWel, he scrubs his Face, aNd continueS To halloo To MikE, and
Tom, aNd Patrick. wHY, _the boss Has ComE baCk_. AY, BUt


tHE MAN HIMSELF is tHE BoSs NOW.

All ThiNgs come To aN enD, so DoeS tHe farmer's Supper; anD aS wE sIt
WitH him oN The porch OuTsiDe We sAy,

"You HAve a spLendiD plaCe HeRE."

"It Will do," hE AnSWErs qUiTe CareLesSlY; but hE can'T FooL us. We knOw
that he iS prOUd of HiS sUccess.

"I Had to work hard FoR it," he contiNuEs, "bUt God hAS Been very Good
to us."

We are not romanciNG. We have DraWn a piCturE from the oRigInal, whIch
CAn be duPlicatEd a thOuSanD FOld in THIs staTe.

it is not indIVIduAl sucCeSs alOne we caN point to
 some years are past we vi sit the sc ene a gai n.Th ereis n o
loneliness h e re n ow, for it is harvesttime,  a n d th e  f armer  and hi s  s o n s
a re  b usy  i n  t he fi eld s, hiswife and e lde st  daughters b u sy  in the ho use 
preparing f orthe ke en  ap p etite s t he me n will bringin with t he m . Thef irst ru d e  s hant y has given place to a nice two-sto ry fra me ho u s e,wel l
sheltere dfroms un andw in d b y t h e healthy you ng trees th e  fa rmer
p la nte d  withhis o wn han ds, and intherear arethe sn u g barna nd
gran ary.
Whe reonce th ewil dp rai r ie  gr a sswaved, c om es  thechee r y c latt erof t he
ha rvester, andswa th a f ter  swat h ofthego ldengrainfalls  d own before
it.
Byand by th e y ou nge rchild r en ret urn  fr om scho ol, ros y  an dh u n gr y, and
a small ski rm i s he r is thr own ou t  a nd enters t he  pa ntry ; he is  rep u ls ed
and f alls b a ck  o n the m ai n body ;the n,takin g  adv antage  of the"good woman," beingo bliged to run to t he oven  to  keep the b read from  bur n in g,t he wh ole f or c ea dvance, a pie is sp ik ed and  carr ied off in tr iumph.

As t h e shades  ofe ve n ing fall, a he rd of  cattle ma r ch lazil y int o the
fa rm yard,a n d then f rom  th e f iel d co me the farmer a nd h is  sons.Lon ely,
in dee d!Why  th enoise ofBabel is  r en ew ed  he re. D i pping hi shot  f ace  in
a basinof co ol w at er ,  th e farme r  s p l utte rs  o ut h isdi recti ons; sei zing
ajack towe l,h e sc ru bs  his fa ce, and conti nu es to hall oo  to  Mike, a nd
Tom,and Patrick. Why, _theb oss has  co me ba ck_.  Ay, but

T HE MAN  HI M SELF I S THEBOSSNO W.A ll th i n gs  co me  to an end , sodoesth e fa rmer'ssupper; and as wes itwith him on t heporc h ou tsi d ew e s ay , 

" Y o u have a splend id place h er e ." 

"It will do, "he answ ers qui te ca r elessly ; but hecan't foo lus.W e  kn ow
that he  is prou d of hiss ucces s .
"I h adto wor khar d for  it,"h e c ontin ues, " bu t Godhas b ee n very g ood
to us."

We are not  roman cing.  We  have dra wna  pi cture fro m th e original , w hic h
can  be dupli cate d  a  th o usand  fol d  in thisS ta te. It  is not ind i v i dua l suc ces s  alone  wecan point to
 some_years are_past we visit the_scene again._There_is no
loneliness_here_now, for it_is harvest time,_and the farmer and_his sons
are busy_in_the fields, his wife and eldest daughters busy in the house
preparing for the keen_appetites_the men_will_bring_in with them. The
first rude_shanty has given place to_a nice_two-story frame house, well
sheltered from sun and wind_by_the healthy young_trees the farmer
planted with his own hands, and in_the rear are the snug barn_and
granary.

Where once the_wild_prairie_grass waved, comes the_cheery clatter of the
harvester, and swath_after swath of the golden grain_falls down before
it.

By and by the younger_children return from school, rosy and_hungry, and
a small skirmisher is_thrown out_and enters the pantry; he_is repulsed
and falls_back on_the main body;_then, taking advantage of the "good
woman,"_being obliged to_run to the oven to keep_the_bread from burning,
the_whole_force_advance, a_pie is spiked_and_carried off_in_triumph.

As the shades of evening fall,_a_herd of cattle march lazily into the
farm_yard, and then from_the_field come the farmer_and his sons. Lonely,
indeed! Why_the noise of Babel is renewed_here. Dipping_his hot_face in
a basin of cool water, the farmer splutters out his_directions; seizing
a jack towel, he scrubs_his face, and continues_to halloo_to_Mike, and
Tom, and_Patrick._Why, _the_boss has come back_. Ay, but


THE MAN_HIMSELF IS_THE BOSS NOW.

All things come to_an end, so does_the_farmer's supper; and as we sit
with_him on the porch outside we_say,

"You have a splendid place_here."

"It_will_do," he answers quite carelessly;_but he can't fool us. We_know
that he is_proud of his success.

"I had to work_hard_for it," he continues, "but God_has_been very good
to us."

We are not_romancing._We_have drawn a picture from_the original, which
can be duplicated a_thousand fold in this State.

It is not individual success_alone we can_point to