Country Life A FARMING PILGRIMAGE. .
A book was once written called A Pilgrimage of British Farming. If any pilgrim—a Young, a Cobbett, a Daniel Hall or who not were to set forth to-day, journeying by car rather than Cobbett's horse or Young's legs, he would be astonished at the novel ingenuities discoverable on the farms of a good many counties. One of the most original farmers—for he practises what may be called an extensive intensive system on a large acreage in Worcestershire—bought some while ago the funnels of a scrapped liner. They now stand erect half sunk in the land, like the image of Ozymandias ; but they never did so much good before. To-day they most effectively fulfil the function of silos. No- thing could be better or so cheap. They are cheaper even than another silo I found in Bedfordshire made by the farmer himself out of old railway sleepers and wire. Another apparition on the same farm is an extinct traction engine with a new sort of engine implanted in the ex-boiler.
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