Agriculture, Cooperative -- Fiction; Country life -- Fiction; Farmers -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction; Villages -- Fiction
We tried particularly to get at the young man in our town and make him
feel it isn’t the wilderness and virgin land and homesteads that makes
your pioneer, but facing bravely whatever conditions may confront him,
relying upon his own efforts to win through them. It takes as much
of a pioneer to work three acres as one hundred and sixty; a man is
as much of a pioneer who forces worn-out land to yield, as one who
clears virgin land of rocks and stumps. It isn’t the nature of the work
but the attitude of the man towards his work which distinguishes the
plodder from the pioneer.
It is especially easy to appreciate this fact when dealing directly
with Nature. Every farm is a newly claimed homestead, if you choose to
look at it that way. And even if it has been worked a hundred years
there isn’t a season when there is not real pioneer work to be done.
As for the raising of live stock, it is done to-day much as it was two
hundred years ago, except for greater attention to details.
It may seem strange to some that just a fresh point of view on the same
old world makes so great a difference. It didn’t, however, surprise me,
because I had sensed the effect of this in my own life. If in the days
when things were going well with me as a clerk with the United Woolen
Company anyone had told me that I’d come down to digging in the subway
as a day laborer, I’d have felt disgraced. Such work seemed like sheer
animal-like drudgery. So it is, if you go at it that way. On the other
hand, when I saw it as the pioneer work it really is, I went at it
with better spirit than ever I did adding up another man’s figures for
him.
Two abstract things then we had accomplished besides the practical: the
establishment of both the social spirit and the pioneer spirit among
ourselves. We were together like one big family and we were working in
a movement that might fairly be called the Man Scout movement. That’s
just exactly what it was. It was alive with just the same wholesome
out-of-doors adventurous spirit that characterizes the boy scout
movement. I guess it’s a pretty safe bet that anything which appeals
universally to boys will appeal universally to men. It was so in our
town anyway.
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