The Hope Pioneer

Week after week our exchanges harp upon
the subject of raising flax. Flax exhausts
land sooner than almost any production of the
farm. Eight years ago, F. H. Adams, then
of the Griggs Courier, had this to say, and it is
more applicable now than then: The Courier's
advice is not to get cranky on the subject.
To raise perhaps a little flax—in fact, to profit
by the lessons of the past and farm like cast-iron
farmers, as distinguished from wheat or
flax or any other speculation. One hen won't
make a man rich, but her eggs will cheer up
the breakfast table. A pig is a handy thing to
have out of the house. A cow adorns a barn
yard more than a can of condensed milk.
Potatoes and turnips in the cellar hold over a
store bill a yard long. Twenty acres of wheat,
plain, is more beautiful to a blind man, than
a hundred acres smothered in weeds and cattle
mortgages. The rainfall is not necessary
to wash the dust off your machinery. Cattle
will never buck their heads off against a straw
stack adjacent to a barn yard. Economy is
wealth, and a farmer ought to raise the most
of what he consumes.