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 1    1|                           One farmer says to me, "You cannot
 2    1|                           The farmer is endeavoring to solve
 3    1|                  And when the farmer has got his house, he may
 4    1|     he was hungry is become a farmer; and he who stood under
 5    1|     and the merchant, and the farmer. Where is this division
 6    1|      eight cents an acre. One farmer said that it was "good for
 7    1|     was doing better than any farmer in Concord did that year.~ ~
 8    1|     more independent than any farmer in Concord, for I was not
 9    1|  stone, the prosperity of the farmer is still measured by the
10    1|    any. For the most part the farmer gives to his cattle and
11    1|      now wear were woven in a farmer's family - thank Heaven
12    1|       think the fall from the farmer to the operative as great
13    1|      that from the man to the farmer; - and in a new country,
14    3|     price. I walked over each farmer's premises, tasted his wild
15    3|      a farm, while the crusty farmer supposed that he had got
16    3|       the cream, and left the farmer only the skimmed milk.~ ~
17    4|       is not in vain that the farmer remembers and repeats the
18    5|      I hear, was put out to a farmer in the east part of the
19    5|      a hawk sailing over some farmer's yard, informing me that
20    5|    that which floats over the farmer's fields, then the elements
21    6|     dervis in the desert. The farmer can work alone in the field
22    6| chopping in his woods, as the farmer in his, and in turn seeks
23    8|   coat; and the hard-featured farmer reins up his grateful dobbin
24    8|   that would find out another farmer's field if yours were not
25    8|   Thanksgivings, by which the farmer expresses a sense of the
26    8|     degraded with us, and the farmer leads the meanest of lives.
27    8|   whether the fields fill the farmer's barns. The true husbandman
28   10|    had the unclean and stupid farmer, whose farm abutted on this
29   11|    bogging" for a neighboring farmer, turning up a meadow with
30   12|                          John Farmer sat at his door one September
31   13| flutter from them. Was that a farmer's noon horn which sounded
32   14|     pearly and red, which the farmer plucks with an ugly rake,
33   14|    Parisian and the Celt, the farmer and Robin Hood, Goody Blake
34   15|     the step of a long-headed farmer, who from far through the
35   15|       tempests, was a poet. A farmer, a hunter, a soldier, a
36   17|  described in the New-England Farmer or the Cultivator. I did
37   17|    They said that a gentleman farmer, who was behind the scenes,
38   19|    wood, which had stood in a farmer's kitchen for sixty years,