GAZETTE.
CORVALLIS
SEMI-WEEKLY.
t&E&?l?2i Consolidated Feb., 1899.
CORVALLIS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 1900.
VOL. I. NO. 21.
TIME'S BALM.
When first I met the fair Marie,
My smitten heart at once surrendered,
And in a week, with eager haste,
My love and all I have I tendered.
; Marie was very calm and cool,
' Though I was greatly agitated,
And when I came away refused
I To endless anguish I felt fated.
I But, oh, since then so many girls
I've seen, far prettier, sweeter, bright
er. That all their loveliness has made
My load of woe distinctly lighter!
In fact, since she said "No" I've met
A lovely girl whom I like better,
And now, whene'er I meet Marie,
I think, '-Thank heaven 1 didn't get
I her!"
Somerville Journal.
I LJTTL.B JIM.
THERE were five men of us and a
boy in the far Western stage
coach as it rolled over the rough
roads of Dakota. We had been together
for four days. We called the boy Jim
because his father did. We knew his
lather to be Col. Weston, banker, cattle
Jtnau and mine owner. The Colonel
wasn't a man to whom a stranger
would take at first glance, and even
lafter four days of his company none
jof us could say we liked him. When
you came to study him closely, you
saw that he was revengeful and relent
less. The boy was frank, chipper and
good-natured, and you took a liking to
him as soon as you looked into his big
blue eyes. His age was about 10, and
he had wit and knowledge beyond his
years. We had yet twenty miles to go
to reach the terminus, and the hour
was about 2 o'clock in the afternoon
when the coach came to a sudden halt
as it toiled up hill. Next moment the
driver called to us:
"All you foiks what don't want your
heads blown off had better get down
and line up. We've been slopped by a
road agent."
i We had arms in plenty, but no one
moved to resist. Every bullet fired by
the robber would bore its way through
the coach and find a target, while the
robber had the cover of the horses and
was safe from our fire. It seems cow
ardly when you read it, but to get down
and submit to be robbed was the wisest
thing to do under the circumstances.
Little Jim was not a bit frightened.
On the contrary, he rather enjoyed the
situation. It was not so with the Colo
nel. I saw him turn pale and heard
him cursing under his breath, and he
was the last man to get down,
i The robber had a double-barreled
shotgun in his hands. He cautioned
the driver to hold the coach where it
'was and then advanced upon us. He
glanced carelessly into each face until
hts eyes rested on the Colonel. Then he
gave a sudden start, drew in his breath
with a gasp, and we realized that there
was a recognition. The Colonel grew
.white under his look and began to
tremble. The boy had no sooner looked
Into the road agent's face than he cried
out:
1 "Why, it's Mr. Pel ton Mr. Pelton!
rfiay, Mr. Pelton, I'm awfully glad to
see you. Where've you been this long
.timer
1 "So it's you, Jimmy," laughed the
robber as he hold out his hand for a
shake. "Well, you have been growing
since I saw you last. It's a wonder
you knew me at first sight."
"Oh, I used to like you so well I
couldn't forget your face," replied the
boy. "Are there robbers around, Mr.
Pelton?"
With gentle hand the man pushed the
boy back In line and then stepped back
a pace or two. As he did so his face
grew very sober, and I saw a flash in
his black eyes I did not like. His voice
,was low and steady as he finally said:
' "I'm much obliged for your prompt
ness In climbing down and lining up,
and I think I'll let you off this time.
The four of you may go back into the
coach and go on. I'm leaving your
guns with you, but don't attempt to
play me any trick."
The Colonel took his son by the hand
and attempted to enter the stage with
.us, but the robber motioned him back.
I "W-what do you want of me?" asked
the Colonel in a voice which quavered,
j "I'll, tell you later," was the reply.
' As the coach started on we looked out
to see the three standing In the road.
Little Jim still had hold of his father's
hand, but had reached out the other
and caught the robber's sleeve.
When w-e had gone 200 feet, the road
turned and shut them from our view.
. At the disappearance of the stage the
man turned on Col.- Weston and pointed
to the hillside on the right and said:
"Move on that way. Jimmy, give me
your hand, and I'll help you along."
. The white-faced Colonel entered the
pines and held a straight course up the
hill. Behind him came the robber and
jhis son. The boy had been full of curi
osity at first, but presently he was
awed and frightened by the looks cast
upon his father.
Two or three years before he and
; Mr. Pelton had been great friends. Mr.
; Pelton had keen manager for his fa
ther. One day there had been a bitter
quarrel, pistols had been drawn, the
'sheriff had rushed in, and Mr. Pelton
had fled to escape arrest. He remem
bered his father calling the fugitive a
thief and of men being sent out to hunt
him down. All this came back to him
as they followed the father up the
rough way, and though he knew noth
ing of man's vengeance there was a
feeling of dread in his soul. Now and
then the robber ordered the Colonel to
the right or left, but these were the
only words spoken until they finally
reached a rude camp high ?jp among
the bowlders. By and by the robber
half turned to loefc the cllouel In the
face and said:
"I've waited for this for two years. I
could neither die nor go away until I
had killed you."
"It will be murder cold-blooded mur
der," replied the Colonel as he folded
his arms.
"If it was murder a hundred times
over, I'd do it. Do you suppose I can
forget Rose Harper? Who separated
us? Who maligned me? Who wrecked
my life and sent her to a suicide's
grave? Who drove me to be a fugitive
from justice on a false charge? I'd kill
you if 1,000 men surrounded me."
The Colonel was silent for a time.
He did not look at his boy, but past
him. The boy's eyes were fastened on
his face, however, and a chill crept
over him as he noted the look of a man
standing in the shadow of death. It
was the first time he. had ever seen it.
He turned from his father after awhile,
to look at the robber.
There was another look strange to
him. It was a set determination to kill
the look of a man who had hated and
thirsted and waited.
"Take the boy away first," said the
Colonel with a touch of entreaty in his
voice.
"Yes; that will be proper," answered
Pelton. "Come, Jimmy, let's take a
walk."
"What what you going to do with
father?" whispered the boy as he walk
ed slowly over and put his hand in
that of the would-be murderer.
"Never mind. Do you see that big
rock up there? Well, go up there and
see what is hidden behind it. Shake
hands with your father before you go."
The boy crossed over to his father in
a puzzled way, and the father lifted
him up and kissed him. When he put
him down, he said to him:
"Run along, Jimmy. If you don't
find me when you come back, Mr. Pel
ton will take care of you."
"Oh, yes, Mr. Pelton will take care
of me and see that I get home," replied
the lad. "I'm awfully glad to see him.
Wasn't it queer to meet him 'way off
here? I was saying only a week ago
that I wish'd he was back with us so
that he could mend my wagon and help
me make kites. Mr. Pelton was al
ways good to me. I won't be gone
long, and you and Mr. Pelton must be
good friends. Don't you remember that
mother said she was sorry for him? We
want him back, don't we?"
Little Jim started off for the rock,
but he hadn't taken ten steps before he
was back again to say to the robber:
"And I want you to make me a new
water wheel, and the handle has come
out of the hammer, and nobody will
sharpen my. knife for me. If you don't
come back, I dont know what I shall
do."
"Perhaps I'll come back," whispered
Pelton as he turned his head away.
"Oh, but you surely must. I've heard
lots of people say you were a good man
and shouldn't have gone away. Mother
told me if I ever met you I might speak
to you just as I used to. I'm going
now, but remember that you are com
ing back."
The boy went away almost gleefully,
and the two men heard his footsteps
and his voice as he made his way to
ward the rock. The father looked after
him until he was hidden by the trees
and then turned to the robber and
quietly said:
"Before he comes back. And you'll
help him to get home?"
"Yes; before he comes back," replied
Pelton as he drew his revolver. "It
won't be murder, Col. Weston. It'll
simply be retribution. Do you want a
minute or two to ask God to forgive
you ?"
The Colonel sat erect with folded
arms. He closed his eyes, and his lips
moved. By and by he heard the click
of the pistol. He did not open his eyes,
but he felt that it was leveled at his
heart and that his life was measured
by seconds. Of a sudden came a call
from little Jim. Half way to the rock
he had turned about to shout:
"Oh, Mr. Pelton, don't forget to think
up some new Indian and bear stories
to tell me. Nobody has told me a story
since you went away."
The Colonel's eyes opened. The re
volver was lying on. the ground, and
Pelton had his hands over his face.
When he dropped them, there were
tears In his eyes. He rose up, put the
pistol in his pocket and said to the man
waiting for death:
"I can't do it. Little Jim would
know it some day. When he conies
back, take him and go down to the
road. It's only three miles to Cedar
ville." With that he walked off Into the
brush and was out of sight in a mo
ment. When little Jim returned, he
found his father sitting as he had left
him and gazing into the woods.
"What is it, father?" he asked.
"What's the matter witn you and where
is Mr. Pelton?"
The man rose up slowly, took his
boy's hand in his, and without a word
in answer he led the way down to the
stage trail and safety. Butte Miner.
Discoveries in Crete.
Arthur Evans, who dug up the pal
ace at Gnossus in Crete, gave some in
teresting details about his discovery to
the Hellenic Society recently. A large
paved area he spoke of as "the original
dancing ground of Ariadne." In one
corner of the palace was a throne room,
the throne having "crockets" and other
details that anticipate Gothic designs.
There are frescoes of flowers, water,
fishes and crowds of men and women,
the former with red faces, the latter
with white. The headdresses and cos
tumes of the women are "truly Paris
ian." The figure of a bull in painted
plaster, found there, may be intended
to represent the Minotaur.
Now Come Glass Fence Posts.
A glass firm lately received an order
for 500 glass fence posts, to be of the
usual size, and grooved for the recep
tion of wire. -
FOfi LITTLE FOLKS.
A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR IN
TEREST TO THEM.
Something that Will Interest the Ju
venile Member of Every Household
Quaint Actions and Bright Sajinga
of Many Cute and Canning Children.
Grandfather had a large garden,
which he took care of every summer,
although he was getting to be almost 80
years old. He raised potatoes and corn,
tomatoes, peas, beans, radishes, cucum
bers, onions, and melons, too great,
big, juicy watermelons, and delicious
brown muskmelons, and all the people
round there liked to buy grandfather's
vegetables, because they were so fresh
and nice.
"You aren't going to be able to take
care of a garden this year, are you,
grandfather?" one of his neighbors had
asked him early in the spring.
"Oh, yes," grandfather answered. "If
I keep as well as I am now, I don't see
any reason why I can't have just as
good a garden and just as big a one as I
had last year." .
"Well, I am glad you are so well,"
the neighbor answered; "but I don't see
how a man of your age can do so much
work."
"Roy will soon be quite a help,"
grandfather answered, fondly patting
the head of his little grandson, who was
standing beside him.
Roy felt very happy over grandfath
er's speech, and when the neighbor had
gone, he climbed up on the woodpile
and sat down to think over what he
could do that would really help grand
father. He didn't come to any conclu
sion about it that afternoon, but he
kept thinking about it every day, and
at last be thought of a fine plan.
He had been playing grocery that
morning, and going to mother and
grandmother for orders, and then deliv
ering the groceries, which were clean
chips, and stones, and empty boxes, in
his express cart that father had given
him the Christmas before. The cart
was of iron, and was very light and
strong, and large enough for Roy him
self to ride in. When he took orders
he had to let mother and grandmother
write out the list of things they want
ed on his slip of paper. Roy could
write his own name, and "boy" and
"dog" and "cat," and several other
words besides; but he hadn't the least
Idea of how to spell "molasses" or "cu
cumbers," or even "soap." Of course,
"soap" Is a short word, but it had an
"a" in it that Roy would never think
of putting there if somebody had not
told him about it.
Roy was watching mother write out
the list of groceries that she wanted
from his store, when his new idea came
to him. "Mother!" he exclaimed, "why
can't I take orders for grandfather's
vegetables? I can let the folks write
what they want on paper, and then 'I
can take the vegetables to them in mj
cart. Grandfather says he wouldn't
mind the work in the garden so much,
if he didn't have to deliver the vegeta
bles afterwards." And Roy's flushed
cheeks showed how much in earnest he
was.
As they lived in a village and all the
neighbors knew Roy, mother told him
that he might try.it. So. as soon as the
first radishes and lettuce were ready,
Roy started out. Grandfather wrote
at the top of his paper the kinds of
vegetables that he was ready to sell,
and the customers wrote their names
and. the vegetables that they wanted.
Then, every morning during summer,
Roy's express cart was to be seen upon
the streets, and he was the busiest and
happiest boy to be found.
Grandfather called him his Junior
partner, and said he believed the let
tuce looked crlsper and the tomatoes
redder. In order to make a better show
ing in the gay little express cart. Her
ald and Presbyter.
The Disobedient 'Boy.
A hungry boy, thoughtful and slight
A sight that fills him with delight.
Again the boy, grown strangely stout;
What do you think brought it about?
I
The moral here is passing plain:
Who disobeys shall suffer pain. : '
K Doll's Hospital.
Perhaps the most remarkable hospital
In Chicago is conducted in the four
tipper floors in a little frame building
in Wells street. Judging by the num
ber of patients that are treated there,
it is the largest institution of its kind
In the city, there sometimes being over
200 individuals waiting for treatment.
Strange as It may seem, however, the
only living persons about the place are
a young German and his wife. The pa
tients are all dolls. The most Import
I DO NOT ESs.
ant medicine used for curing the bodily
ills of the patrons in this novel Institu
tion consists of glue.- Dolls of all condi
tions and descriptions are gathered
there for repairs. One of the most del
icate operations is giving a new com
plexion to the haughty French doll who
has passed through a season in a fash
ionable lake shore nursery, and whose
waxen features have suffered from the
loving pranks of baby hands.
Then there are broken noses, smash
ed porcelain cheeks, belonging to some
little girl's favorite. Dolls of this kind
come to the hospital by the dozens. In
spite of the fact that new ones could be
purchased for less money than the doll
physician charges to make the repairs,
but of course any little girl will tell you
that the newest doll in the world Isn't
quite as good as her old battered play
mate. Dolls that have been snatched
baldheaded are Important patrons of
the hospital, and in- one of his littla
rooms there are hundreds of wigs of
all colors and varieties, destined some
day to grace the head of a doll of high
or low degree.
You may be sure that the doll doctor
and his wife are favorites with the lit
tle folk whose nursery darlings have
found renewed health and beauty in the
quaint hospital. Chicago Record.
Knew a Good Thine.
"I wish I could live at grandma's all
the time," said little Mabel, after being
corrected by her mother for disobedi
ence. "Why so?" asked her mother.
'"Cause," replied Mabel, "I don't
have to mind a word she says."
HIS PEN PICTURE OF BLAINE
How the Western Politician Thought
the Plumed Knight Looked.
Ex-Governor Stone of Missouri tells
a story of an experience he had with a
Western politician whom he met on the
train on his way from the Kansas City
convention. Hot and worn out by the
week spent In the Missouri town, ex
Governor Stone sought rest and quiet
in a seat in the car next to an open win
dow. Just before the train started a typi
cal Westerner got in and took the seat
beside him. The train had hardly
started before this man, says the Balti
more American, began to try to open a
conversation with ex-Governor Stone,
and began to talk politics. The Demo
cratic leader from Missouri bad had
enough politics during the convention
to last him for some time, and did not
encourage his companion to talk. But,
nevertheless, the man ran on in his con
versation, and from his talk ex-Governor
Stone soon found that he was a
great admirer of James G. Blaine.
"Did you ever see Mr. Blaine?" asked
the Westerner, and when Mr. Stone re
plied that he had his companion said:
"The greatest disappointment of my
life was that I never saw "the great man
from Maine. I'd just give anything in
this world if I could have seen him
walk down those halls of Congress,
wearing that white plume."
Governor Stone was so astonished art
this remark that he roused himself long
enough to turn to his companion and
say:
"Why, Mr. Blaine never wore a white
plume."
But this seemed to make the West
erner Indignant, and he replied:
"Oh, yes, he did. Did you never read
about him being the 'plumed knight?'
Why, I have heard that whenever he
walked down those halls of Congress
he not only wore a white plume, but
carried a spear, just like any other
knight."
Just What He Wanted.
The following story about a man
from Klondike who found something
too warm for him, Is- borrowed from
Harper's Magazine. His name was
Finnegan, and he had begun life poor.
Now he was rich, for the time being,
and thought nothing too good for him.
"Oi say, yees kin bring me two dozen
eyesters," he said airily, as he took a
seat In one of the finest restaurants in
Frisco.
The oysters were soon set !fore him.
and Finnegan, looking about blm for
something to put on them, and hardly
knowing what the something should
be, spied a bottle of Tobasco, and pro
ceeded to season the bivalves, not
wisely, but too well.
Impaling an oyster upon his fork, he
thrust it into his mouth, then leaped
to his feet with a roar of pain, and be
gan dancing about and like a madman.
"See here!" cried the proprietor,
rushing to the table, "keep still, or I'll
put you ouf!"
"P-p-put me out, is it? Oi wish yees
would put me out!" yelled Finnegan.
"Me insides is blazin' loike a match
factory!"
At the Seaside.
Heroic Girl What has become of
that handsome man who cheered so
loudly when I rescued the little boy
from drowning?
Friend He is over there on the ver
anda, proposing to the girl who
screamed and fainted. New York
Weekly.
"Compounds."
The word "compound," which is used
frequently in the war dispatches from
China, means an inclosure. In that
country and-Japan it is customary to
build high brick walls around factories,
business houses, banks and residences
for protection, and these are the "com
pounds" mentioned.
Wood Pulp for Clothing.
Wood pulp paper as military clothing
is used by the Japanese troops. It la
marvelously tough, and has an appear
ance that might well be regarded with
satisfaction for summer year. It holds
stitching uncommonly well, while its
warmth is undoubted.
Eating one's own words is certainly
an indigestible effort.
RAM'S HORN BLASTS.
Warning Notes Calling the Wicked to
Repentance.
HE unfading
crown of glory is
made of the lilies
of the valley of hu
mility. Either the sin or
the sinner must die.
The divinity of
Christ is possible to
ns In the measure
that we haye His
humanity.
f1 The conquest of
Saul was Paul's greatest victory.
A right spirit will be upright.
Right is more than relationship.
The careless man is never care-free.
Where the heart lies the thought flies.
Large pride may go with a lean
purse.
Christ furnishes the Christian's prece
dents. No church will satisfy a soul without
Christ.
It is well to remember that it Is hard
to forget.
The machine man can only go on a
smooth track.
He who can sin sanctimoniously
serves Satan best.
The blessed life bullts Its road by the
river of God's love.
All our sorrows may be made the ser
vants of sympathy.
A man's estimate of others Is usually
an audit on himself.
That which Is not prayer to God Is
petition to the devil.
The sinless Man was the silent One
when accused of sin.
' Much smoke may Indicate nothing
more than green fuel.
Good principles makes the best cap
ital for life's business.
Life has the greatest circumference
when it centers in Christ.
The only true creed is the one that
God has engraved on the heart.
The best analysts of the Bread of
Life may yet die of starvation.
Christ comes to our aid on the waves
of the very sea that threatens us.
No commerce enriches the world so
much as the exchange of thought.
We can stand the loss of all favors
so long as we do not lose His favor.
The man who can stand it to be alone
will do work that will stand alone.
Beware of the interest of the man
who would make capital out of you.
The most seasonable workers for God
are those who can labor out of season
as well as in.
If habits count for anything, some
Christians will ask to be excused from
heaven to get their mail.
LEE YIP'S DESSICATED OYSTERS
Cne of the Articles Sold by a China
man in His "Glocely Stloe."
"A few days ago," said a New Or
leans Bohemian to a Times-Democrat
man, "I dropped in to see my friend
Lee Yip, who keeps what he calls a
'glocely stlo,' which Is as near as he
can come to grocery store. He gave
me an excellent cigar, and presently he
said: 'You likee dly oystel?' "What
is that?" I asked before I real
ized that he was talking about
dried oysters. 'Come; I show,' he
replied; and opening the lid of a big
box, be took out a handful of what
appeared exactly like dried oysters
carved in mahogany. They we're not
shriveled and warped, like other dried
foods, but were as plump and sym
metrical as any well-conditioned bi
valve fresh from the deep shell. The
only difference was they were dark
brown in color, and as hard as bricks.
When Lee Yip tossed them back into
the box they rattled like a handful of
marbles.
"Of course, I was greatly surprised,
and before I left I took pains to find
out all about them. The oysters are
caught and prepared at the big native
shriinperies on the other side of the
lake. The process is a trade secret,
but as nearly as I could gather from
Lee, they are spread on the tops of
large sheds and exposed to the sun
for several weeks. What prevents de
composition, I don't know; but they
come out of the operation as sweet and
brown as nuts. Last night I tried
some by special invitation in the back
room of a laundry run by another Mon
golian friend of mine. They were
brought in a bowl, and formed a sort
of stew or saute, which was really tie-'
licious. The oysters themselves were
firm, but exceedingly tender, and had
a peculiar peppery flavor, different
from anything else I have ever tasted
The Chinaman who did the cooking
told me he had simply 1 toiled the dried
oysters in water and added a small
strip of pork and 'seasoning.' When
I tried to probe into the seasoning fea
ture, he suddenly lost command of
English, so there, 1 suspect, the secret
resides.
"I ain told that the local colony con
sumes many barrels of these oysters
every month, and that large quantities
of them are sold in San Francisco and
Chicago.
A Military Country.
In Japan every able-bodied man Is a
soldier, and even the children know the
use of arms. Military drill is a part of
the regular education in the schools
throughout the empire. Schoolboys
dress in a military uniform cut on the
pattern of cadet uniforms in Europe
and America. Their instructors are
regular army officers, veterans of the
war with China, and some of them of
the Satsuma rebellion of 1877. This
has Its effect on the youthful mind, ever
prone to hero worship, and trebly so hi
Japan.
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Poultry as a Farm Product.
The belief seems to prevail generally
that the rearing and feeding of poultry
is not really a special farm industry,
but that it is one of the by-ways as
may be said, to gather in odds and ends
of profit by using up some wastes of
the farm that would otherwise be lost.
We have at times mentioned some facts
which go to show that expensive poul
try keeping may be made greatly more
profitable than some other branches of
farm work and that the demand for
this kind of farm produce is increasing
so rapidly and continuously that there
is no risk that It may be easily over
done. Let us make a comparison. A cow
is worth as much as thirty hens any
where. It needs, an average of five
acres of land to support a cow, and two
under the most Intensive system of
soiling and the silo. It requires the
time of one person to attend to ten
cows as it should be done. Thirty hens
may be kept on one-fourth of an acre
of land with ease, and, one one-fourth
as much food as a cow must have, and
one person can attend to 300 hens with
ease. Suppose we then take this com
parison, thirty hens equal one cow as
to cost; then how is the income In com
parison? The figures given by a noted
creamery as to a herd of fourteen cows
kept by the leading patron show that
the average income, over and above
cost of feeding of these cows, was
$18,67. In truth the actual average of
all the cows existing is estimated at
about half as much as this, and thus
not more than the average net income
from four average hens making $2.50
each. This fact should go far to raise
this useful farm animal in the esti
mation of those persongPwho are seek
ing profit-making from rural pursuits.
And if there were no other items to go
to the credit of the industrious and tire
less hen, this one should be sufficient
to give her prominence as one of the
means of making rural life and indus
try profitable, and indeed alluring.
The business of rearing poultry Is
simple and already well understood, en
tailing no excessive labor, but simply
calling for attention at intervals
through the day. The work required,
of course, is precise, and needs atten
tion, but it is in no sense laborious and
is not without attractive conditions.
The result of certain investigations is
shown in the accompanying illustra
tion which represents a hen, a
bushel of corn she consumes in the
year, or the equivalent of the mixed
rations required and the peck basket of
eggs numbering 100 or the average
yield per hen of a fairly good flock, but
COMPARATIVE SIZE OF HEN", BULK OF
FOOD AND BULK OF PBODUCT.
not counting the brood she will rear
in addition, and which Is estimated at
ten; thus leaving for profit, if there
be no other, ten times her original
value. But the eggs will pay twice over
for the cost of keeping, including all
expenses incurred, and the proportion
ate time employed by the attendant,
estimated at two dollars a day. Mon
treal Herald.
Under the Barn Floor.
When we were young it was found
that the planks in the stable floor were
so damaged that It was desirable to
take them up and replace them. They
had probably not been taken up for
many years, and the amount of fertil
izing material that was dug out there
and throw-n into the barnyard was a
revelation to us. We think we dug at
least four feet deep, and doubt if we
got the whole of the valuable material,
and perhaps much less than half of it.
Cfrtainly it was well saturated or had
been with the liquids from the stables,
and it was richer than the ordinary
barnyard manure, as we found when
we put it on the land, or when the
crops grew upon which we put it. The
hole we made was filled up with dry
sand, and if it has not been cleaned out
since we would warrant that there are
several loads of good fertilizer there
now. This taught us to appreciate the
value of a barn cellar in which the ma
nure, both liquid and solid, could be
saved, and although we now would not
keep cows in a stable with a cellar un
der it, or at least would never plan to
have manure cellar under the cows, we
still think that a large share of the fer
tilizing value of the manure Is lost
when there is not some arrangement
for saving the liquid as well as the
solid. And for this we would have a
cement floor, with a movable plank
floor over it. We would not have the
fumes of the manure coming up
through the floor into the room where
we had to do the milking. American
Cultivator.
Care of Farm Work Horses.
Isn't ten hours of labor in the field
enough for man or beast? If so, you
should come in from the field at 0 in
the evening. We find that we do as
much work in ten hours as the four-teen-hour
men, and our horses don't
come in all fagged out either. From
spring until fall when we come in from
the field at night we unharness the
horses and turn them out. They roll
and drink; then away they scamper to
grass. Our pasture isn't a barren field,
but it is nice and green with a good
growth of six or seven different grass
es. Their feed is placed in their man
gers, and just before dark the doors
are opened and the horses called. They
come readily, for they know that a
good feed is awaiting them. As grass
is digested in about half the time dry
feed is it would seem as though it
should be. the first feed instead of the
last. Our horse barn is 2C by 40, with
; east and west doors and a window in
front of each team; no bad light or
ventilation here. There is plenty of
good straw given for bedding, and the
horses look well, are never sick and
do as much work as the average horse.
Homestead.
Stall for Kicklnic Horse?.
A correspondent of the Michigan
Farmer submits a diagram of a stall
that he used for ten years. "Fasten
the chain about 3Vi feet above floor and
8 feet back from manger," says he.
STALL FOIt KICKKRS.
"Have a hook at one end, so you can
open easily. Wire the other fast, that
you may always have chain at hand. I
never have had carpenter work to do
behind horse tied in this stall."
Grass for Pijja.
Notwithstanding the anatomy of the
pig would seem to dispute the proposi
tion, grass is necessary to its best de
velopment, says Texas Farm and
Ranch. The small stomach would seem
to Indicate a grain ration or concen
trated food of some sort, and so it does.
Hogs are wanted to consume a large
amount of feed, converting it into
pork. Therefore the first thing re
quired is to enlarge his capacity to eat,
or, in other words, to enlarge his stom
ach. Grass, being bulky in proportion
to its nutritious qualities, is the very
thing and involves the only known
method of enlarging the stomach. At
the same time it furnishes the protein
needed to develop flesh, muscle and
bone. Then when we have a large
frame built up with enlarged digestive
capacity it is an easy matter to put on
the fat with corn or other carbohydrate
feeds.
Orchard Blight.
We notice in the Western papers
there is much complaint of blight
among the fruit trees. For several
years they have noticed it among the
pear and quince trees, but not until
this year has it done much damage to
apple trees. The sultry weather has
been just what was needed for rapid
growth of the spores, and when fre
quent thunder showers prevail it seems
to spread more rapidly. Every dis
eased branch contains millions of these
germs, and insects transmit them from
one tree to another. They are most apt
to affect young and tender branches of
rapidly growing trees. We know of no
efficient remedy excepting to cut off
and burn every affected limb, and cut
at some distance below the apparent
disease, as it spreads downward by
means of the sap. No spray has yet
been discovered which checks its
progress. American Cultivator.
The Pea Louse.
We advise those who have grown
peas and lost their crop this year by
reason of the pea louse on the vines not
to become discouraged and cease plant
ing them. Unless they differ very much
from other plant lice, a year that sees
them most abundant may be followed
by many years before they are trouble
some again. To cease planting peaa
wil not exterminate them, as they live
also upon clover and other plants. If
they make the pea crop less profitable a
few years, enough may stop planting
peas to make them a good crop for
those who have them with no lice on
them. American Cultivator.
Handling; Apple.
The time seems to be at hand when
cold storage must come In general use
for all late varieties, as the fruit comes
out so much brighter. Apples keep
better when barreled tight as soon as
picked. And here in New Jersey we
are in the habit of gathering too late
for best results. Dr. Hoskins' rule that
when the seeds color is the proper time
to store may in the near future be
adopted by all apple growers, says a
New Jersey orchardist.
Smokine the Meat Barrel.
Did any reader ever try smoking the
barrel instead of the meat? It an
swers just as well and is much quicker
done. Dig a hole in the ground, turn
your barrel over it for a couple of days
and in a short time it will have the de
sired smoky taste. Must be dry salted
or nut in brine. St. Louis Globe-Demo
crat.