Archive for January 7th, 2008

January 7, 2008: 10:00 pm: AutoblogGeneral

songs of the day was ‘The Hunters of Kentucky
In the early twenties of the last century one of the popular
songs of the day was ‘The Hunters of Kentucky.’ Written by Samuel
Woodworth, the author of ‘The Old Oaken Bucket,’ it had
originally been printed in the New York Mirror but had come into
the hands of an actor named Ludlow, who was playing in the old
French theater in New Orleans. The poem chants the praises of the
Kentucky riflemen who fought with Jackson at New Orleans and
indubitably proved

: 2:00 pm: AutoblogGeneral

the widespreading canal movement, there was a generous spirit and
a chivalry in the ‘good old days’ of the stagecoach, the
Conestoga, and the lazy canal boat, which did not to an equal
degree pervade the iron age of the railroad
Despite the superiority of the new iron age that quickly followed
the widespreading canal movement, there was a generous spirit and
a chivalry in the ‘good old days’ of the stagecoach, the
Conestoga, and the lazy canal boat, which did not to an equal
degree pervade the iron age of the railroad. When machinery takes
the place of human brawn and patience, there is an indefinable
eclipse of human interest. Somehow, cogs and levers and
differentials do not have the same appeal as fingers and eyes and
muscles. The old days of coach and canal boat had a
picturesqueness and a comradeship of their own. In the turmoil
and confusion and odd mixing of every kind of humanity along the
lines of travel in the days of the hurtling coach-and-six, a
friendliness, a robust sympathy, a ready interest in the
successful and the unfortunate, a knowledge of how the other half
lives, and a familiarity with men as well as with mere places,
was common to all who took the road. As Thackeray so vividly
describes it:

: 8:00 am: AutoblogGeneral

Cow-pens; the Keepers of these are very extraordinary Kind of
Fellows, they drive up their Herds on Horseback, and they had
need do so, for their Cattle are near as wild as Deer; a Cow-pen
generally consists of a very large Cottage or House in the Woods,
with about four-score or one hundred Acres, inclosed with high
Rails and divided; a small Inclosure they keep for Corn, for the
family, the rest is the Pasture in which they keep their calves;
but the Manner is far different from any Thing you ever saw; they
may perhaps have a Stock of four or five hundred to a thousand
Head of Cattle belonging to a Cow-pen, these run as they please
in the Great Woods, where there are no Inclosures to stop them
‘From the Heart of the Settlements we are now got into the
Cow-pens; the Keepers of these are very extraordinary Kind of
Fellows, they drive up their Herds on Horseback, and they had
need do so, for their Cattle are near as wild as Deer; a Cow-pen
generally consists of a very large Cottage or House in the Woods,
with about four-score or one hundred Acres, inclosed with high
Rails and divided; a small Inclosure they keep for Corn, for the
family, the rest is the Pasture in which they keep their calves;
but the Manner is far different from any Thing you ever saw; they
may perhaps have a Stock of four or five hundred to a thousand
Head of Cattle belonging to a Cow-pen, these run as they please
in the Great Woods, where there are no Inclosures to stop them.
In the Month of March the Cows begin to drop their Calves, then
the Cow-pen Master, with all his Men, rides out to see and drive
up the Cows with all their new fallen Calves; they being weak
cannot run away so as to escape, therefore are easily drove up,
and the Bulls and other Cattle follow them; and they put these
Calves into the Pasture, and every Morning and Evening suffer the
Cows to come and suckle them, which done they let the Cows out
into the great Woods to shift for their Food as well as they can;
whilst the Calf is sucking one Tit of the Cow, the Woman of the
Cow-Pen is milking one of the other Tits, so that she steals some
Milk from the Cow, who thinks she is giving it to the Calf; soon
as the Cow begins to go dry, and the Calf grows Strong, they mark
them, if they are Males they cut them, and let them go into the
Wood. Every Year in September and October they drive up the
Market Steers, that are fat and of a proper Age, and kill them;
they say they are fat in October, but I am sure they are not so
in May, June and July; they reckon that out of 100 Head of Cattle
they can kill about 10 or 12 steers, and four or five Cows a
Year; so they reckon that a Cow-Pen for every 100 Head of Cattle
brings about 40 pounds Sterling per Year. The Keepers live
chiefly upon Milk, for out of their Vast Herds, they do
condescend to tame Cows enough to keep their Family in Milk,
Whey, Curds, Cheese and Butter; they also have Flesh in Abundance
such as it is, for they eat the old Cows and lean Calves that are
like to die. The Cow-Pen Men are hardy People, are almost
continually on Horseback, being obliged to know the Haunts of
their Cattle’. ‘You see, Sir, what a wild set of Creatures Our
English Men grow into, when they lose Society, and it is
surprising to think how many Advantages they throw away, which
our industrious Country-Men would be glad of: Out of many hundred
Cows they will not give themselves the trouble of milking more
than will maintain their Family.’

: 6:00 am: AutoblogGeneral

Ferrari F40 Prototype at MSR.