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
Of the 2000 spectators attending the Reunion, there were 9
states represented. There were 13 steam engines under pressure,
horse power demonstrations, calliope.