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An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. "A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy.

"It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil—he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego." He continued, "The other is good—he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you—and inside every other person, too."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

First People - The Legends. Cherokee Legend of Two Wolves. November 16, 2004. [accessed April 7, 2012].

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Several thousand turkies [sic] may be hired out in Prince George's county (1819)

               Mr. Skinner, - I beg you to encourage your fare readers, (who are under great obligation to you for your endeavors to improve their husbands and their husbands' lands,) to attend to their poulty yards, by letting them see how profitable they may be made.[1]

               I state from good authority, that several thousand turkies [sic] may be hired out in Prince George's county, during the past summer, at the rate of twenty-five cents a piece per month and found. They will be returned when their work is done, and if any are overworked or die from any other cause, they will be paid for at the rate of 75 cents each.

               Some of your distant readers, who know nothing about tobacco, may think this a quiz. But I assure you, these wages were actually offered the last summer. Now it will certainly be desirable to encourage the breeding of this useful animal, and after having helped the planter in his crop, the turkies themselves will be almost as good shewing as the tobacco, and if they are killed pretty soon in the season. they may even have a fine relish of it.    I am, Sir, yours,   A. Chewer.

               Note - The Editor of the American Farmer, being the agent through whom all communications passed between the government, and the commanding officer of the enemy's squadron in the Chesapeake during the war [of 1812], had frequent occasion to go on board, where he was often compelled either to "keep fast" or to dine on poultry and live stock plundered from his own countrymen and friends. He recollects that dining with Admiral Warren the day that a large detachment advanced upon St. Michaels, in Septmebr, he was invited to partake of some "turkey poults and oysters," -- It was the first time he had heard the term, and never having seen turkies eaten at that age, knew not what they meant. --They were the size of dunghill fowls, and no doubt thoroughly impregnated with the contents of tobacco worms. Hew declined the invitation, and dinner being removed, he took occasion to explain to them, as ou correspondent has done, their great utility in devouring tobacco worms at that season, and we have some reason to hope, that this insight into the natural history and propensities of the nice :turkey poults," had the effect of saving the flocks of many good house wives from the ravages of an an enemy, from whose rapacity nothing was too sacred or too humble to escape.

[1]   American Farmer Date: 10-15-1819; Volume: I; Issue: 29; Page: Page 231; Location: Baltimore, Maryland

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