Daily Yellowstone Journal

Daniel Webster took great pains to be on friendly terms with his rural neighbors at Franklin, N. H., and at Marshfield, Mass. One of his Marshfield neighbors thus related his acquaintance with the great expounder: "I was out in my dooryard one morning before breakfast last summer, and saw a gentleman in my cowyard. He apologized for his intrusion, as he termed it, by saying, 'I got out of my carriage, sir, to look at your barn cellar. I am taken with its plan and structure, and thought I might gain an idea that I might put in practice at home. My name is Webster of Marshfield. I am taking a look round among my neighbors to see if I can learn something about farming.' Oh, Mr. Webster! My name is Collamore. I am happy to see you, Mr. Webster: won't you walk in, sir? Not today, sir, if you will excuse me. But, Mr. Collamore, we are neighbors, not very far apart, and I should be happy to see you at my house. I am a farmer, in my way, which is not so good as that of my more experienced neighbors, but we may find something with which to while away a little time on my place. Come down, Mr. Collamore, and see me, and bring Mrs. Collamore and your neighbors—please to invite them—tackle up, and all of you come down some pleasant morning and spend the day."

So Mr. Collamore, his wife and neighbors went down. Mr. Webster led them all over his farm till they got an appetite for dinner. It was in that year when flour was so high. Mr. Webster attended to the wants of his guests at table, and then called upon the servant for a piece of bread. He took the bread, remarking in an old fashioned style: "I tell my woman that flour is so high we must not buy only a pillow bier of flour at a time, nowadays." The idea of this allusion to old fashioned times was to his guests very ludicrous, and was one of the incidents they alluded to when they spoke with each other of their visit to Marshfield.—Ben: Perley Poore in Boston Budget.