"One day this _Jerkt_ farmer, by brevet, writ an artikle about
irrigation.
"He told farmers that, in dry seasons, if they dammed the little streems
which crossed their farms, the water would set back, and overflow their
land, and keep their garden sas sozzlin' wet, and make things grow
bully.
"He was a great advocate of Dams.
"He useter become so absorbed in his favorite pastime, that a feller
man, if he irritated the Filosifer, became small streems _pro temper_,
and were dammed pooty sudden."
"What, you don't mean to say that an Editor swore in them days?" sed I,
interuptin' the old man.
"They occashunly took a hand in that ere biziness, and when they got
onto a fit, could cuss and swear ekal to the beet of us," sed he.
"Wall," sed I, "I thought they was all good moral men, like THEODORE
TILTON & ANNER DICKINSON."
"Oh! no," he replide. "Editors in them days use to fat up on swearin'".
He then resumed, "Farmers throughout the land tride H.G.'s. dammin'
ways.
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