The Lucknow Sentinel, 1983-08-03, Page 4Lucknow Sentinel, Wednesday, August 3, 1983—Page 4
LUCKN(IW SENTINEL
"The Sepoy Town"
Established 1873
Too many variables
Farming hasn't been one of the more lucrative profes-
sions in recent years. Squeezed by high interest rates and
low prices for commodities in an industry that operates on
borrowed capital, farmers have found it tough and many
wonder when the bottom will fall out.
Even when interest rates are lower and the price for their
commodity rises, farmers still must cope with the variable
conditions which make their business more hazardous than
most business operations. Farmers have to trust in God and
the weather or their crops fail and even the most
understanding bank manager isn't going to be able to help.
Farm advocates believe there should be some justifica-
tion built into the industry to allow for the chances farmers
must take because their industry relies so heavily on uncon-
trollable circumstance.
Whether it be stabilization programs, marketing boards
or tax relief, something must be done.
There aren't many who would trade places with farmers
today. Farmers, who have managed to scrape through the
economic slump which brought on high interest rates and
the rise and fall of commodity prices, are worried they
won't be able to reap a harvest this year. While most areas
received abundant rainfall on the weekend, farmers in this
immediate area had to settle for less than a centimetre of
rain.
While we wouldn't have wanted the hail and wind some
areas received, a nice rain would have done so much good.
The grain harvest is drying off before it has ripened and the
corn won't grow cobs if it doesn't get some rain before it
tassels. Meanwhile hog prices are dipping to new lows and
beef prices remain where they were two years ago.
Farmers deserve some credit for feeding the rest of us.
At the bare minimum they deserve to make a living at their
profession and, more than that, they deserve to earn a pro-
fit to help cushion the pitfalls of the business including poor
weather conditions.
The cheap food policy in this country is a myth. There is
no government in this country, provincial or federal, which
has advocated such a policy. However, vulnerable to their
urban supporters at the ballot box, politicians aren't likely
to place a top priority on programs to strengthen the
agriculture industry unless farmers make it happen.
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BluE
RIBBON
AWARD,
198
redtrees
by don campbell
By normal standards, old Chippy
Chisholm was an experienced man of
the world. Driven by poverty and
sheer necessity to service before the
mast when he was scarcely more than
a boy, he had travelled to the four cor-
ners of the earth and faced the worst
kind of danger over and over again.
He was a good man, kind and con-
siderate to everybody who knew him
and as a skilled artisan, his
knowledge of carpentry was second to
none. Unfortunately, like most old
men who have lived an extremely ac-
tive life, he would never admit to
himself that he no longer had the
physical strength to do all the things
he did when he was young. This is a
foolish but very natural trend, often
found in men approaching the end of
life.
When Chippy decided he would go
out to hunt a deer, it was beneath his
pride and dignity -to ask any of his
friends or neighbours to accompany
him. Indeed, only his wife Elizabeth
knew that he had ventured into the
forest alone. For all his experience,
Chippy had never brought himself to
fully accept the fact that the Canadian
bush is a formidable place, which not
even the aboriginal people took for
granted.
It seemed an ideal day to go hunting
for deer. A thin layer of snow revealed
the tracks of many creatures and as
Chippy made his way through the
dense woodlands, he looked with
eager anticipation for the marks
which would inevitably lead him to his
prize. One thing he understood quite
well, was the necessity to head into
the wind so that his own scent would
be carried away from his quarry
rather than towards it.
GIANT COMMUNITY
YARD SALE
August 5th - 6th
at the
Lucknow District Co-operative
Friday August 5/83 8:00 a.m. - 5:30 p.m.
Saturday August 6/83 8:00 a.m. - 4:00 p.m.
The people of Lucknow and area are welcome
participate in the sale.
LAWN SPACE AVAILABLE
(Free of charge)
to
- you must provide own transportation of product to and from sale.
- you must provide your own tables for set-up
- we will not be responsible for lost or stolen property
- There will be no returns or no refunds on sale goods
- Please contact us if you are going to set up a stall
- In the event of rain, SALE to be held inside.
Lucknow District Co-operative
Lucknow 529-7953
So he set out at a leisurely pace;
pulling behind him a sled on which he
hoped to accommodate his kill on the
return journey. At least he was not
foolish enough to imagine he could
carry a dressed carcass across his
shoulders.
From time to time, he paused in the
shelter of some large trees and lit his
pipe which he shielded from the wind,
by concealing it beneath his old
seaman's coat. Chippy prized the
coat, in spite of the grime from many
ships. It was like an old friend; but
like himself, it was really inadequate
to face the Canadian winter,
Whilst he walked and pulled the sled
he was quite confident and since he
did not intend to be away more than a
few hours, he was not at all concerned
about being entirely alone in the bush.
Besides, he was equipped with a good
musket and sufficient ball and powder
to meet all eventualities.
Chippy was no more than two miles
from Redtrees when he saw what he
had been hoping for. He suddenly
came upon many tracks in the snow,
which even to a novice like himself,
indicated that a great number of
travelling deer had passed that way.
His heart and step quickened with ex-
citement and he strode forward with
renewed vigor, expecting at any mo-
ment to make contact. So convinced
was he that the moment of truth was
at hand, he took time to pause and
scan the surrounding area. Then,
priming his musket in readiness, he
proceeded stealthily so that he and his
sled would make as little noise as
possible.
It began to snow. First there were
just a few light flakes dancing lightly
upon the soft breeze, but soon the
snowfall became intense, blocking out
the vision of trees only a few feet
away. In a moment of sudden anxiety
Chippy realized he was caught in a
blizzard.
Without further hesitation he turned
about and, abandoning all thought of
the hunt, began to move back in the
direction he thought he had come. But
there is no direction in a blizzard. One
must stumble forward against the
onslaught of the merciless snow in the
hope of finding shelter of any descrip-
tion, which might allow the .frailty of
the human body to ride out the storm.
Chippy Chisholm never knew how
long he walked, what direction he
took, or by what strange set of cir-
cumstances he became chilled to the
bone whilst a mysterious yet peaceful
fatigue enveloped his being. As he
stumbled onwards he caught his foot
in a protruding tree root and fell
headlong into a thick carpet of snow.
At what point in time does the mer-
ciful frigid hand of winter caress
away a man's last attempt to survive?
Imagination plays tricks on a lonely
soul who has already surrendered
himself to the inevitable. There were
strange voices calling in that far off
place betwix and beyond.
In the last moments of con-
sciousness, perhaps the wind in the
trees was the wind in the rigging of a
tall ship and the snow which came to
his face was the salt spray carried
across the deck of an Atlantic storm.
It is said that immediately before
death, a man's entire life flashes
across his mind. Is there also a vision
of heaven to men who have lived a
good, honest but not altogether
perfect Christian life?
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