The Abandoned Farmers: His Humorous Account of a Retreat from the City to the FarmCobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
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The Abandoned Farmers: His Humorous Account of a Retreat from the City to the Farm
Cobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
Farms -- Recreational use -- United States -- Fiction; Humorous stories
But I have a profound conviction that in the matter of a Japanese
catalpa on the lawn, just as in the matter of a den opening off the
living room and taking up the space which otherwise would make a
first-rate umbrella-and-galosh closet, I could never hope to get used.
Nor do I yearn for a weeping mulberry tree about the premises. I dislike
its prevalent shape and the sobbing sound it makes when especially moved
by the distress which chronically afflicts the sensitive thing. Nature
endowed our abandoned farm with a plenteous selection of certain
deciduous growths common to the temperate zone--elms and maples and
black walnuts and hickories and beeches and birches and dogwoods and
locusts; also pines and hemlocks and cedars and spruces. What the good
Lord designed as suitable arboreal adornment for the eastern seaboard is
good enough for me. I have no desire to clutter up the small section of
North America to which I hold the title deeds with trees which do not
match in with the rest of North America. I should as soon think of
putting a pagoda on top of Pike's Peak or connecting the Thousand
Islands with a system of pergolas.
Having got that out of my system, let us get off the grounds and back to
the house proper. As I was remarking just before being diverted from
the main line, a den was about the only voluntary offering which we
positively refused to take over. Every other notion of whatsoever nature
was duly adopted and duly carried on to the architect He was a wonderful
man. All architects, I am convinced, must be wonderful men, but him
I would call one of the pick of his breed. How he managed to make
practical use of some of the ideas we brought to him and fit them
into the plan; how without hurting our feelings or the feelings of our
friends he succeeded in curing us of sundry delusions we had acquired;
how he succeeded in confining the ground plan to a scale which would
not make the New York Public Library seem in comparison a puny and
inconsequential edifice; and how taking a number of the suggestions
which came to him and rejecting the others he yet preserved the
structural balance and the suitable proportions which he had had in his
mind all along--these, to my way of thinking, approximate the Eighth
Wonder. No, it is the first wonder; the remaining seven finish place,
show and also ran.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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