The morning following the day of glamour broke with irred tranquility. The atmosphere was clear with long stretched shadows. Even the crickets had ceased their twitter. Morning doves had taken their flight to a warmer climate. The circle the horses had trod on the Woodbury Horse Power driving the 1888 Massillon separator beamed with the rising sun of the dawn of another day, mingled with awe and sublimity. The grind of the wheels and the rumble of heavy gears was silent. Ashes and clinkers from the numerous steam engines was prevalent. Volumes of smoke had ceased to ascend and the azure sky added calmness. Shrill blasts from whistles and the musical exhaust of faithful steam power were silenced.
I alone, was left to survey the result of another Annual Threshing Bee. The crowd of 2000 spectators had gone their various ways. Truly, much help could be used to police the grounds and replace equipment to their respective places to await another annual event. The amount of help proposed the day previous, so anxious to participate in the glamour, was not lacking.
That, which we strive most for, with results of success is ample reward for efforts. The unique demonstration. went off with dispatch, free to the public, a service to depict the golden age of America's Harvest Days. General satisfaction was my reward, and left alone to ponder, the time seems far distant for another annual event.
Of the 2000 spectators attending the Reunion, there were 9 states represented. There were 13 steam engines under pressure, horse power demonstrations, calliope.