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WILLAMETTE FARMER: SALEM, OllEQON, NOVEMBER 20. 1886. Current iicrnfur. XaAHKSOIVINOJ For tho wealth ot pitlileed forct, Whereon noxe may all) For tho wludi that haunt the branches, Tho younj bird's timid call; For tho rod loaves dropped tho ruldist Upon tho dark greon odj For tho waving of tho forests, I thank Thee, 0 my Oodl For tho sound of waters gushing In bubbling beads of light) For tho fleets of snow-liko lilies Firm anchored out of slphtj For tho reodt among the eddies, Tho cryatat on tho nloij For tho flowing of tho dvers, I thank Tlioo, 0 my Oodl For tho rnsohud's break of beauty Along tho toiler's way; For tho violet's oyo that opens To bless the now-born day) For tho bare twigs that in summer Hloum liko tho prophot's rod; For tho Uloisomlng of flowers, I thank Thee, 0 my Godl For thn lifting up of mountains, In brightneis and in dread; For tho poaks whero snow and sunihlno Alono luvo dared to tread; For tho dark of silent gorges, Whonco mighty codars nod; For tho majesty of tho mountains, I thank Thee, 0 my Oodl For tho splendor of tho sunsets, Vast mirrored on tho sea. Far tho gold-fringod clouds that curtain Hoavon's inner mystery; For tho molten bars of twilight, Whero thought leans, glad, yot awed; For tho glory of tho sunsets, I thank Thee, 0 my Clodl For tho earth in all its beauty, Tho sky and all its light; For tho dim and soothing shadows That rest tho dazzling Right; For unfading fluids and prairies W'horo souse in vain has trod; For tho world's oxhautttcss beauty, I thank Theo, 0 my (lodl For an eyn of inward accltiir, A soul to know and love; For theso common aspirations, That our high hoirship provo; For tho hearts that bless each other, Uooeath Thy stnllo, Thy rod; For tho amaranth saved from lMcn, I thank Thee, 0 my Oodl For tho hidden scroll o'urwnttcn, With ono denrnuno adored; For tho Iloaveuly In tho Human, Tho Spirit in tho Word; For tho tokens of Thy proionco Withlo, above, abroad; For Thino own great gift of being, I thank Thee, 0 my (lodl liitcy Liintom. The Thanksgiving Dinner- IJeajidi Tuthill, farnior, of Pumpkin Four UoniorH, Connecticut, utrode dis consolately homeward after llio cows, in tlio inialy yellow lisht of u November minsot. Ao ho took down tho liars bo tweeu tho'bomo pasture" ami tho burn yanl, n pleinmnt-looUing elderly womnn camo briskly from tho house with n shiniiiK milbm!l on eaeli arm, and soon wns busily onj,'a;od in her work. Meanwhile, tho farmer stood alwently ittrokinj; Honny's Hleek boail, btill with that downward face, till ho suddenly caiiKht the bright oyo of hit wife, bent Miiirply on bim. Hho was none of your willow, ealirntus-poUoned country wo mat, but a handsome old damo with all her wits about her. "You don't look aH if you watt well Nojab," hIio said. "Hen plowing too long and e,ot a tech of rhouinnti, I shouldn't wonder; hev yot" 'No, no, 'taint that Polly. I was only tbinkiu' bore's Thankse,lviii' come round UKiiin, ilny artor to-morrow to know, and how lonesome tho old bouse will Ikj with Just you an' mo to cot down to table. Heems liko faint worth while to hov a Thankseivm' dinner. I fa narrowin' down, Polly, tliat's a fact! Since my poor nieeo died, and brother Nathan went out West, them's uono left." Lot's ask hoiiio of tho neighbors in then," said Polly as she io with the brimming pails. "Nonsom-o, they wouldn't any of 'em t'oino! Who'd leave their own folks to take dinner with us?" You're way behind tho lighthouse this time," answered his wife. " 'Ponds on who you call your neighbor. Kf you only mean tho rich folk, 'taint likely they would come. Hut you know, 'Na j.ih," and hero tho bright eyes and cheery voieo aliened, "there was oneo u feast hprcail to which tho poor, tho lame, and tho blind were called out of tho high ways to come. Don't you think tho Ixml meant Thanksgiving for them every mito aa much as for us?" You should bavo seen tho good far mer's face brighten up, as ho exclaimed, "That's u tlrst-rato ideo, Polly 1 you'ro tin awful smart woman about scttin' things to rights! Tell you whfttl yon drivo down to tho corner to-morrow, and get all you want at tho "toro. and I'll kill tho biggest turkey in tho yard, and a pair of geese, and thero's that little shoat, tool his eon 'a most bursting with fat anyhow! and, please the Lord we'll hev such n Thanksgivin as tho old houso novcr saw I" Thauksgiving-dtiy : bright, clear and frosty. Tho childless 'armor and his wlfo wont "mootin' " with boams of "light divine" Bhining from their eyes, for were thoy not about to havo a feast at which Jesus, that gontlo, yet majestic boing would prosidc? IIo who had said : "Inasmuch as yo havo dono it unto ono of tho least of theso my brethren, yo havo dono it unto me." Thoy "onjoyod tho prcachin' wondorful" and sang "China" and "Haddam" those nico old Connecticut tttnos with all their might and main, and then wont homo, eager to prepare for their guests. Tho long tablo was already set out in tho big old-fashioned kitchen, whoso strong rafters wore ornamented with strings of onions, Bcnrlct peppors, and on this occasion with tho addition of great bunches of ovorgrconsj and now tho turkoy and geese and fat littlo pig all roasted to a bright goldon brown wore placed smoking hot upon tho ta blo, with pumpkin pios and cranberry tarts and all manner of long and round suss, which last is tho old-fashioned Yankco phraso for vogolablcB turnips and potatoos being "round sass," and boots and carrots "long sass." "Aunt Polly" was hurrying about giving tho last touches to everything, whilo Ter mor Tuthill in his Sunday's best, stood at tho open door to welcome- tho compa ny, who wcro approaching with ougor and happy facos. When nil had come, and tho farmer was about to closo tho door, tho garden gato was timidly opened, and nn unex pected guest walkod up tho trim path, bordered with box and shaded by fine cherry trees. Ono of them was n great, gaunt, for lorn, yellow dog, who looked as if ho would hardly recognizo a bono if ho saw ono. Tho other was a littlo girl not mora than eoven years old, wan, thin, starvod-looking, without a hat, and dressed in afadod calico frock and ragged shawl. Hut sho had big winsomo blue eyes, that looknd straight up in your faco in a sweet, confident fashion, hard to resist, and short golden rings of hair which curled around her broad forohcad and nestled in hor neck. Tho farmer watched this stranjjo con plo a moment, ami then walked down thn path to meet them. "Well, who aro you, Sis?" ho nsked, laying his band kindly on tho child's head, whilo tho dog drew closo to her, regarding tho farmer with a shorp sus picious look. "Oh I Pso Mllly," replied the tiny thing smiling. "Oh!" responded Henajah, "but where did you como from!" "From the poor-houso," said Milly. "Wo tunned away Hingo and me. Wo board you were going to bavo all the poor folks hero to-day, and wo'vo como to get our Thanksgivin', too. "So you shall! Como iu, Milly. You shall hov your Thanksgiving, suro enough. Como right In!" "Hingo too?" sho asked, slipping hor mito of a hand into bis broad one. "Hingo is my friend ; you don't know how good bo is." "Yes, Hingo too," said tho farmer, stooping to kiss tho child's palo faeo. So all threo wont into tho house, and camo up to Aunt Polly, now smiling over hor bountiful board, at which all hor gnosis wore heated waiting for tho Manner to begin. "Polly, hero's one more to mako room for," said tho farmor. 'The dear sirs, she's welcome! There's nover ono too many at such a time. Pretty little dear. 0 'Nnjah! how glad we'd bo if wo'd had a d.irter liko that?" Tho farmer answered nothing. It was a sore topic with him, and sitting down, ho said grace and leguu helping his guests. Such a company! Poor, pale, forlorn creatures! Any sneering, uncharitable person looking in at tho low windows might have thought that all tho scare crows in tho fields were getting an un locked for reward fur their summer work. There was iwor old Widow Hriggs tho washer-woman, with tho great wart on her no.e, and her eight scrawny children, whose eyes wore al most hanging out of their heads with staring at tho good things before them. There was Hiram Doolittle, tho ono logged sailor, who lived in a tiny cabin all alono, with neither chick nor child to comfort him. He had taken a leap like a kangaroo up to tho table, and ho ato so much that ho went fast asleep at tho end of tho dinner and snored liko a trumpeter. Tlicro was poor old Aunt Nancy, whoso noso and chin shut to gether liko a nut-cracker, whom tho naughty boys would chase and call "crazy Nan" and "old witch." Sho did not look noar so muoh liko a witch when sho took off her queer, coal-scuttle of a bonnet, and asked God to bless Farmer Tuthill, with tears in her poor old faded eyes. Thero were half a dozon no'or do wells who lounged around the village and at tho store liko Hip Van Winkle, picking up a living nobody know how or cared a button. Thoy wore all thore, eating away for dear life, with tho farmer and his wifo beaming wclcomo from every inch of them. Thoy did this both by words and by deeds. "Neighbors all I" cried tho farmer, standing up at tho head of tho tablo with littlo Milly closo bosido him. "You'ro wclcomo I you'ro wolcomo most hearty 1 I ain't no great hand at speech ifying, ao I'll just say, 'May wo nil jlno iu thanksgiving to God who has brought us togothor this day, and may wo Bpond many a Thanksgivin' together in timo to como.' " "Hooray I" cried tho ono logged sailor, waking up suddonly. "Threo cheers for Farmer Tuthill." Thoy gave thorn with such a will that tho very windows rattled, aud Bingo barked himself off his forclogs to holp on tho fun. And now tho dinner plates wcro cleared away, and nuts, apples, and cidor were beginning to circulate whon a buggy drovo up to tho gato. A hard faced, middlo-nged man, Bhowily dressed and smoking a cigar, got out, and marched up tho garden path, switching off tho bright heads of tho chrysantho mums with his heavy driving-whip, as if ho could not bear tho sight of any thing bo usolcssly pretty as a ilowor. As Milly caught sight of him, sho gavo a low, terrified cry, and clung to Farmer Tuthill's arm. "What's tho matter, littlo one?" ho nsked, smiling down on her. "Oh! Mr. Stiles is coming!" sho cried, trembling. "Tho ovorseorl Ho's como to find mo, I know I Ho hired mo out of tho houso to work for his wifo, and ho was going to kill Hingo because ho growled at him for boating mo. Ho'll boat mo now for running away. Oh! don't lot him tako mo, plcaso don'tl" and, sobbing with torror, tho poor littlo creature clungjdcsporatoly to tho farmor. Bonaja's brow grow dark. Ho put his strong arm around Milly, and said : "Don't you bo afoarcd, littlo ono. I know that ere Stiles. Ho shan't got you nway from mo, nohow." At that moment tho man entered tho room. "Hoy day, Noighbor Tuthill!" ho cried, with an ugly grin, "you'vo got company, haven't you? Hard looking lot thoy are, too; but you will have your littlo joke." "I don't remembor that I asked you to partake," said tho farmer shortly, whilo liis wifo sat up as prim as a pea-pod, but with oyes dashing at tho overscor. "No, no; but fact is, there's a little gal I took out of tho poor-houso to do chores for my old woman oh I there sho is now! They told mo sho'd run down bore. I'll just tako hor along with me, if you please." "Oh! don't let him!" screamed tho child, her eyes wild and distended, her faco whito with terror, and her breath coming iu quick gasps. "Let mo stay, oh! let mo stay with you!" "Don't cry, Milly, you shan't go." said the farmer; then turning to tho ovorseer with a faco in which somo bidden omotion was working, and draw ing the child up tighter to bis breast, bo said, 'Mr. Stiles, you won't get this child evor to beat again. Tho Lord has blessed mo in all ways but oue Ho never gavo mo a child. Friends and neighbors all," continuod tho good man, looking nround tho table, "I call you to witnoss that from this hour I tako littlo Milly to bo my datter, lovin' and true. And may God deal with me as I deal by this orphan child. Amen!" "Hooray!" cried tho one-legged sailor, whilo the ret followed iu a mingled maze of pleasure and wonder at all this fuss over a jKwr-houso child. Hut tho overseer only shrugged his shoulders, and said with a sneer : "Take the snip and wolcomo ; nobody wants her. You can settle it yourself with tho select-men." And turning on his heels he jtrode out of tho house. Tho poor folks drew a long breath of relief when ho was gone, and fell upon tho applos and cider with renewed ap petites. And littlo Milly staid, aud was tho joy and comfort of Honajab and his Poll)-, lighting up tho old houso with her pretty wiles, growing fairer and sweeter with each year. And every Thanksgiving sees, and will eco, gathered into tho now cheerful homestead tho needy, tho lamo, nnd tho blind to bo inado glad by Farmer Tuthill's bounty. Ho will remember tho poor in their nllliction, eon as tho Mastor shall re member him at tho Last Day. Fanny Harrow, in Health and Home. oriittilfnraL uonTicuirunAi notei. In covering flower bods during tho first cold nightB to protect them from frosts, drivo a stako in tho middlo of bed that tho quilt or other thing thrown over them may not press down and break tho plants. If a grapovino bo layered on tho ground, nnd covered to tho dopth of a fow inches, it will Bend up young grapo vines, and but fow of them will miss. It is much casior and better than to stick cuttings in tho soil to root, as very often thoy fail. In putting out grapo cuttings do not allow them to becomo dry, but first pro- pare a placo for thorn, and thon cut thorn off tho vinos and put them in fresh. Havo plenty of buds on ihem, or rathor plonty of joints, from which tho buds spring, so ns to give them better opportunities. Wintor Flowers. A singlo bud or blossom, a very mod est plant in tho dreary timo of winter, often gives us more pleasure nnd gen uino delight than a wholo garden full of tho most exquisito flowers during tho summerly nbundnnco. This is tho chief reason why tho Chincso Prlmroso has such a firm hold on our affections. It blooms during tho dark days of De cember nnd January. Keep tho young plants growing and repot when re quired. Wo hardly know of any class of plants that may bo grown with as littlo care and troublo and givo hotter satisfaction os a winter bloomer than tho Hyacinth. It is a genoral favorito, and desorves to bo, as it has no rival in variety and dolicacy of color, in fragranco nnd in case of cultivation, nnd can bo grown in water, moss, or any light soil, in pots or boxes, in tho houso or in tho garden. Wo prefer and strongly recommend to our friends tho elnglo sorts, which grow stronger nnd more perfect than tho doublo ones and aro fully as protty. To produco flowers in early winter, tho bulbs should at oneo bo planted in pots in good soil, or placed in damp moss or in tho hyacinth glasses, kopt for salo by nil florists, and put into a moderately cool nnd dark placo (cellar) until tho roots woll-nigh fill tho pot or glns. They aro then ready for Ilowor ing nnd may bo placed in tho window or conservatory. For spring flowering out-doors, tho bulbs can bo planted nt any timo between now and wintor. A Crop for Every Farm. Roots havo n funny way of ehowing how wntcr, according to tho chemists, will mako growth. Thero aro Swedos, for instance with their 90 per cont of water, and yot hogs will dowollon thorn in wintor in a wnrm pen, and sheep will fatton on them, and bo will cattlo. It is a simplo thing to say evory farmer should havo n lot of roots, but tho noxt thing is, will thoy heed tho advico? Many would if they did not think it was such n great undertaking. Swedes aro ono of tho easiest of tho root crops to raiso, and they can bo turned to most excollont account. Thoy will do well after all othor crops are put in, and tho work of tho spriug is all over. They grow well on soil or stubble, and an old pasture which needs to bo renewed is just tho placo to raiso them. We plow tho ground and thon cover it with bnrn manure sovoral inches deop, according to tho quality of the manure, and thon harrow it into tho grouud as well ns it can bo dono. Tho manure is spread around ovenly with forks wherever thero aro bunches of it, and the ground is then marked out into drills two feet apart nnd tho seed sown in tho bottom of tho furrows mado by tho marker. If tho marker does not clear tho manure away sufficiently, it is done with a baud rako. As soon as tho seed is sown, if not before, tho wholo field is sown over with plaster to retain tho ammonia in tho manure and to gather moisture for tho crop. Tho man ure will keep tho turnip fly away. Mulch and onrich tho ground and keep tho weeds down, and a big crop may bo expected, "When tho turnips are largo enough, go through them with a culti vator aud afterward thin them out to ono plant every ten inches. Two pounds ot seed to an acre aro ample. Any kind of conrso manure or even straw will do for the mulch. When the manure is poor or when ntraw is used thero should be a sprinklo of superphos phate put in tho (urrows nt tho rate of 300 pounds per acre. Swedes keep well in a pit in tho field if put in perfectly dry, and there is plenty of ventilation. Thoy should be covered with straw first and then a light covering of earth, with coarso manure put on in wintor. Thpy will keep fresh and good till seed timo again. No water should settle into the pit. Attend to the Turnip Crop. Turnips are grown at a small cost, and thoso who havo plantpd the crop as wo recommended will find that they havo benefited themselves and their stock by so doing. Wo admit nil that has boon said against turnips, that thoy are composed largely of water, and that tho amount of nutrition in tho crop is small compared with grain. Hut turnips produco lnrgoly, and grow so quickly as to cost but very littlo. Wo do not claim that if turnips aro mado tho prin cipal portion of tho ration they can bo used in placo of grain or more concen trated food. No ono would attempt to winter stock on turnips alone, but in that respect thoso who do not grow them tnko a mistaken viow of them. Turnips should bo used as an addition to tho food, not ns n specialty. Thoy may not contain thoso elements in ex cess that nro desired in food, but they contain them in n form in which such matorial cannot bo secured in any other mannor. Tho vory wator which is ob- joctionablo in tho succulent turnip 1b a solvent of that mattor which is desira ble, and which, in combination in tho turnip, is rroro easily digested and ap--propriatcd than whon dried. An npplo is composed largely of water, but nil know tlicro is a difference in applos con taining wntcr nnd thoso that havo been dried and then soaked. And so with turnips. Thoy may, in fact, contain much wator; but iu that juicy, succu lent condition thoy act ns a corrcctivo to tho bowels, making a dcsirablo chango from tho dry food ot winter, tho proof of which is in tho readiness with which thoy are accepted by stock. Port's poisoned wheat is tho boss. RALROAD NURSERY! FRUITJTREES! I liars a lane stock el Fruit ami Ormimenlnl Trees from one to threo jcare old conilitlng of 50,000 Apple Trees ! 40,000 Plum and Prune 20,000 Cherry Trees ! 10,000 Pear Trees ! 10,000 Peach Trees ! 25,000 Shrubs and Plants! All grown on high dry soil ami without Irrigation. tsr i Crnll iiml liuil n HtamlliiK Seedlings, not till I'm Iliinl. Ihcrcloremy trtes are healthy nil cltar ol Insect. My nursery Is situated SO minutes drive east Irom the Sutk street Ferry, on the Hue Lino road, near Jit. Tabor. Call and iro my stock ol trees it you wish to set an orchard. lly prices nrc nt lot, n niiy rrllntile tren ran liemilil. llewnreur 'hiip Tree, ta. MY CATALOGUE SUNT FIIEE Address all orders to II. W. l'KI'.TTsJI.lX, Prcprletor lUllroad Nursery, Kait PortUnJ, Orrgen. TANGENT NURSERY ! II. W. SETTLEJIIEIt, Troll., Tangont, Linn Co., Oregon, I would rcfpcctlulry call the attention ol thoit wUlilrg to set out orchards, to the (act that 1 have a LAKOiS STOCK ef very nice Nursery Trees and Shiulbery, conslitlns mainly ol Fruit, Shade, Ornamental and Nut Trees. ALSO.... Grape Yiucs, Small Fruits, aud Hoses. Which I will sell as cheap as the cneapett. TA. .No lutrrl fft In Sly Nursery Send (or catalogue and PrlcvlUt. Address: II. W. SETTLEKIER, octlSnU Tangent, Linn County, Oregon. WOODBURN NURSERY 1 Keeps the Largest stock ot Fruit, Shade, Ornamental and Nut Trees ! North el California, at the ten lowett rates, h'o Al'IIIS oi other Iruect p;U ohlcn are rvintngtnost ot the Nurseries. ArP'e trees. H to jlO per 100. IVar. Teach anJ Cherry, $12 to SIC pe' 100, Pluses and Prune, f S to ill per 100, lleaty dltcount ou 1000 lots, tST SS'ND FOH CATALOGUE AND PUICE-UST. Address: J. II. Sl.TTLKMIKE. octlo-ti Woodburn, Oregon. STATE FAIR WARRANTS. VLL PEHSOS IIOLD1SO WARRANTS against the urea oh Stale Agricultural Society ara roiu-ttod to nd a sUUmsot t tn amount o( arrant haM bythem.abo the number ol thswai. rnU Son I by Not. 10. Is. Object, to ascertain amount o( outstanding warrants, looking to pay leg In nut or who sol said nurants. Address: 1 A. F. MILLKR, itc O. 8. A. Sodety. octttti 0 Second 6trttt, Portland, Or.
