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CORVALLIS
GAZETTE.
SEMI-WEEKUY.
ESSuS'ljterittWii Feb., 1899.
CORVALLIS, BENTON CO UINW, OREGON, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 23, 1900.
VOL. I. NO. 26.
flow's a man to write a sonnet, can vou
tell
How's he going to weave the dim poetic
spell
When a-toddling on the floor
Is the muse he must adore,
And this muse he loves, not wisely, but
too well.
Now to write a sonnet, overyone allows,
One must always be as quiet as a mouse,
But to write one seems to me
Quite superfluous to be,
When you've got a little sonnet in the
house.
Just a dainty little poem, true and fine,
That is full of love and life in every line,
Earnest, delicate and sweet,
Altogether so complete
That I wonder what's the use of writing
mine.
Paul Laurence Dunbar.
A MOUNTAIN GIRL,
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1
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yVnrVio munung. J. He rising sun
II just tops the crest of that por
tion of the Appalachian chain
of mountains between the northern and
southern boundaries of the State of
Kentucky, tinging its peaks and crags
with a grayish vagueness. From every
ravine and gorge huge clouds of smoke
like mist arise, assuming wondrously
odd and fantastic forms in the uncer-
tain light. The stillness engendered by
the natural environments and the time
of day is unbroken save now and then
by the far-off bay of a foxhound float
ing faintly from some mountaineer's
cabin, or the whistle of a dove's wings
as it flies swiftly by to the sedge fields.
The sun climbs higher, and conscious
of its might, drives back to earth the
quenching mists. The rear guard
shadows of the night are mysteriously
disappearing The smoke of numerous
cabin chimneys can now be distin
guished rising in curling columns of
blue. Along the rutty clay road, or
rather mountain path, and hugging the
wormeaten rail fence for safety a red
fox slinks under cover of the alder
bushes, his whiskers and brush brist
ling with pendant drops of early morn
ing dew. A mother quail and her
brood, that have been pluming their
feathers on a topmost rail, with an
affrighted whirr fly to cover.
Presently a soldier In his uniform
comes galloping furiously down the
road; he passes at full speed; the sound
of his steed's hoof beats grow fainter
.. .1 fl M "
jtuu urenn lur u iew minutes again
reigns, only to be broken by a dozen or
mote men in uniforms of the other-aide,
who break cover and also come down
the road like mad; their horses reeking
witn swtat and blood. The first man,
farther down where the road forks, has
turned to the right; these others take
the left-hand branch. In a few mo
ments shots are heard, and presently
a horse, the one ridden by the first
man, comes galloping back to be met
and caught by a slim, dark-eyed moun
tain girl, who comes suddenly out of
the bushes from somewhere. She
stands there holding the bridle reins in
her right hand; the left is pressed hard
against her heart as if to ward off an
unseen blow. Her eyes stony in their
Intensity, look off far up the valley to
a break in the mountains, where God's
good morning displays its brightest
rays. Her gaze finally turns slowly to
the pursuers, who at sound of the shots
have ridden back to the forks, and
catching sight of the girl and the horse
comes excitedly up the road toward
her.
'Bob Jordan's darter," says one of
them.
"Jes' es I thought," laconically replies
he, who appears to be in command.
"The pesky critter 's got warnin' frum
sum'ers. or he'd bin'r gone fawn skin
afore now. Whut air you adoin' heah
at this time o' day?" he demands of her.
For the first time the girl seems to take
full notice of their presence.
"Did ye heah whut I sed?" he de
mands more commandingly.
"I'd like to know whut consarn that
is uv your'n?" she replies, turning to
mm uenantiy.
"Ain't er body got a good right ter go
wnar tuey please thout bein' stopped
in ther road and pestered ter death
'bout hit by er lot ov big, cowardly
men ti you air erbliged ter know
tho', I'm er going down to Bob Black
rnore's to hep his mother. She air sick
in bed, an' hepless."
"Did ye mean ter ride Bob's boss
down thai? I 'low ef my eyesight
ain't er failin' me, that that air is his
critter. Whar's Bob now?" he con
tinued coaxiugly.
"I don't know nuthin' 'bout him. Ef
you'uus want ter find him, you'd bet
ter look fer him."
"Whar'd you git his critter, then?"
breaks In one impatiently.
"I stopped him in ther road, right
heah, es I come from down ther path
thar. The critter wuz comin' lopin'
up, when I run out an' headed him off."
After parleying a few "moments, the
spokesman again turns to her.
"We'uns think thet niore'n likely ye
wuz tellin' ther truth jest now," he
ventures. "Spechully es ye air a mem
ber uv ther church, and your daddy
wuz, too, an' er elder besides. Sissy,"
he insinuates, "nobody ever heerd tell
uv your tellin' no lie afore. Which way
did ye say ther critter wuz kummin'
frum?" She looks him steadily in the
face.
"That way," she says, indicating with
a wave of her hand the opposite direc
tion. "Ther Lord fergive me," she
mentally pleaded, "fer tellin' ur lie fer
him."
"Thet won't do, Sissy. We'uns jes
kum thet air way ourselves, right after
him. We'uns had better look fer him
right er-round heah, I reckin. I hear
tell," he said for the girl's benefit, "thet j
whar thar's enny petticoats er-round
Bob Blackmore ain't fur er-way."
"You better look out fer yerself," she
scornfully replies. "He'un is mighty
handy with his weepins, and with his
fists, too. I reckin you know thet, too
don't you, Jim Wooten? I hav heer
tell thet you an him had er fight ter
wunce, an' Bob didn't kum out no little
end liv ther horn, neither."
"We'uns will fix all thet thar ef w
ever git our ban's on ther on'ry, good
fer-nuthin' scoundrel ergin. He'uns
ain't fitten ter live noways."
"He's er sight mo' fitten than you
air," she breaks in hotly. "He's alius
bin er hard-workin', sober man, an
taken keer uv his mammy; sumpin you
never done. 'Sides thet, he's er gentle
man, an' alius minded his own busi
ness. Do you'uns call this wah?" she
demands with rising vehemence. "Too
cowardly ter go way frum home an
fight yerselves, but lay round heah an
take everything ennybody's got left
An' soon's somebody that's Bob
Blackmore who's fightin' fer his side
heahs his maw's sick, an' slips off ter
kum an' see her, ter noun' him like er
dog an' try ter kill him. Hit's jes cause
he's better'n you air.
The faint winding of a horn down the
road arrests their attention, and hur
riedly mounting their horses they ride
off, one calling back to her:
"We've got him, Sissy. Thet's Tom
Winburn. 1 tole him ter kum up ther
road, so's to head him off an' meet
we'uns heah."
The pursuers proceeded down the
right-hand road beyond the forks, from
whence the shots seemed to have come
where the road makes a sudden dip into
a dry ravine. Down there a man lies
still In death, his cheek pressed heavily
against the delicate ferns that grow
luxuriantly out of the cool shadows
The trees meeting overhead almost ex
eluae the light, but now ana then a
recreant bough, straying from its place
through bidding of the gentle morning
breeze, lets in a feeble ray of sunshine
that touches up the dead man's face
with a pallid coloring. The nodding
ferns caress his pale cheek In vain.
The morning songsters sing their lays
to unhearing ears. The pines and hem
locks mingling their foliage with the
poplars, and bowing their good morn
ings to the beeches and young hick
ories, sough in vain to arouse or soothe
the sleeper. He will never again take
cognizance of earthly things, nor inhale
the beauty and vitality of his native
mountains his spirit has gone before
the last tribunal. A round hole in the
center of his forehead shows where
the messenger of death has entered,
bringing its inevitable summons. His
slouch hat lies where it has fallen a few
feet away, his right hand still cluthe
a pistol, nis nnger witnin the guard and
grasping the trigger. His garb is the
same as they wear who find him.
He had sought unfairly to take hu
man life, and with his own had paid
the penalty. Coming from farther
down the mountain to meet his com
rades and seeing the fugitive he had
ridden aside into the ravine, intending
to slay him unawares as he passed.
But he had seen the interceptor, and
was prepared, and as the other fired at
him going by he too had fired in return,
and slew him. It was but a moment's
work to exchange his steed for the
fresher one of the dead man and ride
furiously forward again. The horse
deserted, frightened at the realization
of something wrong and scared at sight
of the dead man, gallops back to be
met and caught by the girl.
But now, heartbroken, overwhelmed
and frightened at sight of the inani
mate body they shortly bring up the
road toward her she flees stricken and
crushed, thinking it to be the other
one. And thus it is for days and lorn?
weary days, until by chance she learns
the truth.
The war's over. Another bright
morning. A man rides leisurely up the
road; where it forks he catches sight
of a woman's form sitting on a fallen
tree, where she has evidently stopped
to rest.
"Mawnin', Miss Sissy," he says. At
the sound of her name the girl looks
up quickly, and then as quickly down
again, a flush surmounting her usually
colorless cheeks.
"Mawnin', Bob," she quietly re
sponds. "We 'lowed up ter our house
es how maybe you'uns had forgot us.
How's your maw?" quickly changing
the subject.
"Hit did look bad in my not erkum
min' ter see you all afore now," he re
joins, ignoring the last question. "But
I had ter kinder straighten up around
home a bit afore I got out much."
"I thaut you wuz killed wunce, Bob,"
she ventures by way of further con
versation. Instantly he dismounts,
leaving his horse standing in the road,'
and goes up and sits down beside her.
"Why did you'uns think that?" he
asks.
"I wuz ergoin' down ter your maw's
an' stopped your critter in the road up
thar that time, an' then they brought
he'un that wuz killed, an' an' " she
could go no further at recollection of
her misery.
"An' did you keer. Sissy?" he asks,
leaning eagerly forward.
"You warn't dead," she protests.
"Well, then uv ther fac' that you
thaut I wuz dead?"
She answers him nothing. A few dry
leaves flutter in the autumn air and
fall at their feet. A wild grape vine
nods its approval and swings in the
breeze, and the branches of the trees
overhead rustle with the gambols of a
young fox squirrel. A flame-crested
woodpecker flies to a dead pine and be
gins plugging unmolestedly away. He
puts his arm around her and draws her
to him.
"Who writ that thar note, then, Sissy,
that wuz shoved under ther door that
night ter warn me? You will tell me
that, won't ye? An' who tuck keer of
my mammy when she wuz sick? Sissy,
honey" the arm draws tighter "won't
you marry me?" She hides her face
against his breast.
"You air shore good at axin' ques
tions. Bob," she says, "an I love ye."
Louisville Times.
INHERITED DISEASES.
Care May Prevent Transmission from
Parent to Child.
The question of heredity, or the trans
mission of certain mental traits or
physical characteristics from parents
to children, is one that has been much
studied, but of which as yet too little
is known. Formerly the inheritance of
disease was believed in implicitly, by
physicians as well as by laymen, and
the list of maladies to which children
were supposed to be almost inevitably
condemned by the accident of birth
was a very long one.
Among these hereditary diseases
were reckoned consumption and scrof
ula, leprosy, gout, rheumatism, goitre,
cancer, insanity, epilepsy and many
other nervous affections. As we learn
more about these maladies, however,
one after another of them is removed
wholly or in part from this category
and placed among the acquired dis
eases.
CfllLDBEN'S COLUMN.
A DEPARTMENT FOR LITTLE
BOYS AND GIRLS.
Something that Will Interest the Ju
venile Members of l-.very Household
Quaint Actions and Bright Sayings
of Many Cute and Cuming Children.
Once I was a fat caterpillar. You
would not think so nov; as you look at
my beautiful wings, wciuld you? I used
to watch the butterfl sailing about
and wish I could fly -is they did. I
could not crawl and could not go very
fast.
I used to feed on milkweed leaves.
I liked them as well as you like bread
and butter, little boy-.
One day a little girl broke off the leaf
on which I was feeding and took it.
with me on it, into a room where
there were many children. Some of
them said "What a preity caterpillar!'
I had stripes of yellow, black and
white across my bacfe
A lady took me amj, put me into a
our house. I don't care a pin about
Robinson Crusoe, and Uncle Ben has
brought us such lovely kittens!"
A happy smile broke over Ruth's
sorry little face, and the patchwork
block fell into the box with the needle
punched Into it. Mamma laughed at
the hugging and squeezing the kittens
received, and said, suddenly, "Betty,
you had better call your kitten Robin
and Ruth hers Crusoe. Then
"Yes, ma'am, we know," said Ruth,
shyly.
"And we're sorry," added Betty.
Youth's Companion.
t- j v.. ,. ., glass Jar. I could not 'get out. Every
Lndoubtedly some diseases arc realy :d th t ,eayes
inherited, bu their number is certainly fof me tQ ThereY&s nothing else
i for me to do, so I ate ahd ate and grew
not large. Many diseases run in fam
ilies, but are not on that account neces
sarily hereditary.
Consumption, for example, was only
recently regarded as one of the most
surely inherited diseases, and is still
believed by many to be so. But we
now know that it is a germ disease,
which, while not "catching" in the or
dinary sense of the word, Is readily
transmitted from the sick to the well
when the invalid is careless in his hab
its, especially as regards expectoration.
It is also acquired more readily by
those of delicate constitution than by
the robust.
The children of consumptive parents
are seldom robust, and so are predis
posed to any of the germ diseases, and
! By and by I began ti feel sleepy. I
. spun a covering to keey me warm, roll
! ed myself up in it and had a long, long
sleep
One day I awoke and tried to throw
off my clothes, but they seemed very
heavy, and I could not move them at
at first
But after trying many times I was
at last able to crawl oat of my warm
bed
I was stiff at first and could hardly
move. Something seemed to have
grown on my back, anS could not get
rid of it
I crawled over some -Sry leaves and
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living constantly in a house where the Z "ul " lue Jal ..f?.
ETPrins nf ennsnmntirin jfena nopoeaapllv
abundant, they are very likely to be- 1 . T . . ... r , L ' , !
. I, . . , lovely butterfly !" I looked around, but
vvjilh: wuuuis ul mui uisease. i ... mm ....
mv.i i i . . . . uiu uul see one. 1 lien some cniiuren
This is an important fact. It teaches I , . . , . .
ic that 0in,. oo o lo H "H l" "" Bi"u Stui. otre
..I. v v. , Ha . . i. , i. , uuij i ii c in
disposition to the family disease is In
herited, and not the disease itself, the
chances of the younger generation's
escaping, if proper care is used, are
very great.
The bringing up of a child in a con
sumptive family should be of a special
ly hygienic character. The best of
foods, of fresh air and sunlight, not too
much stud., long hours of sleep in a
well-ventilated room and. as far as
the lovely butterfly:"
Then I knew they meant me, and I
knew what was on nag- back. I had
wings just what I haut always want
ed. I spread them out;' that I might
see them. Now I could fly!
I tried it and fell. Bt after trying
a few times I could a It very well.
How happy I was:
This morning the lady, opened the
window and I flew out into the sun-
possible, avoidance of exposure to the K ., . -JLJ
contagion of the fflBjnHWlswat
are the weapons by which the malign
influence of inherited weakness of con
stitution may be overcome and many
precious lives saved. Youth's Companion.
DRY CLIMATE OF THE ARCTIC.
Wounds Sometimes Heal Rapidly in
It Meats Do Not Become Putrid.
One of the American consuls in Ger
many has forwarded to the State De
partment a report made by Df. Rowitz,
the physician of the German Fisheries
Society, who spent four months in the
Arctic last year, on some climatic con
ditions of that region. He made some
interesting discoveries concerning the
putrefaction processes and the healing
of wounds. His steamer arrived at
Bear Island in the beginning of. July.
! ish caught on the voyage and dried in
the Norwegian fashion showed not a
ace of putridity as long as the air
emained dry and clear. Even the nat
ural fishy smell disappeared. Walrus
meat caught on the island and left ex
posed on the rocks kept perfectly fresh
and sweet. It tasted, by the way, much
like beefsteak.
Wounds on the hands, though ex
posed to the contact of iron chains and
bloody walrus flesh, did not become in
flamed in fair weather, but they did
not heal. They remained raw, , open
wounds. The surface gradually dried,
but showed no tendency to form a scab.
But it was very different in damp,
cloudy weather.
Then fish, though already almost !
dry, soon became moldy and putres- j
cent. The walrus meat also soon be
came offensive.
Shoes had to be kept well oiled to
prevent molding. Th slightest wounds
festered at once. In some cases the
pain was so intense as to make the
hardy sailors writhe In agony. But,
after lancing these wounds healed rap
idly, sometimes in one night. .
In dry and germ-free air, therefore, '
there was neither inflammation nor a
tendency to heal, while in moist, germ
laden air intense inflammation and pro
fuse suppuration were quickly fol
lowed by complete healing.
It would seem as if the system made
no effort to heal wounds except when
the presence of bacteria makes them
specially dangerous.
Now I must be off a tain. I wish the
kind children who fed me had wings,
too. Flying is so much -more fun than
walking. I know you would like it,
little boy. Now off I go. Good-by!
Children of the Dragon Lan l.
One Wheat Grain.
Did you ever stop to think of the re
sponsibilities of a grain of wheat? We
are so used to seeing the field sown
with wheat and the crop come up and
ripen that we quite forget how each
little grain does a great work through
the summer days in multiplying and
adding to the farmer's harvesL A
farmer near Phoenix, Ariz., planted one
grain of white Australian wheat, and
at harvest time from it had sprung
1,360 grains of this large, fat wheat.
He planted ten acres of this wheat and
harvested 117 sacks, each weighing 138
pounds. The single grain spoken of
produced thirty-six stalks, so you see
even a grain of wheat helps wonderfully.
A Summer Dairy.
As shown In the drawing, the ground
.'s dug out thirty inches deep at the
aorth end to make a tank, which is sup
plied by the spring, and to keep the
water cool the spring is closed In by a
small house, -well ventilated, and
shaded to keep the heat of the. sun off.
The water is brought into the milk
house by a pipe buried in the ground to
keep it cool. The tank is walled up
with bricks or stone, and is covered by
two falling half doors. The milk is set
in the tank, in pails sixteen inches
deep and nine or ten inches in diam
eter, with a tap in the bottom to draw
off the milk and a strip of glass set in
the bottom to show when the cream
:omes down. When the cream is down
the tap is shut and the cream
has sometimes happened upon certai
soils, where the roots did not penetraU
deeply, and where the stand of grass
was so tlMn that the stubble did not
shade the soil at all to prevent the evap
oration from it Yet many of those
same farmers cut their grass closer to
the ground with the hand scythe than
the mowing machine cut; that is, they
did so in the center of the swath, for
they were not what we call good mow
ers, pointing in and out and leaving the
stubble level, but cut with a swing that
left each swath what we called a "hog
trough" high where the swaths met,
but very low in the center. The most
obvious way to remedy the danger of
cutting too low would be to set the
knives higher, but it is not the best
way. Make the soil light and porous
by having plenty of vegetable matter
in it, and rich enough to grow a thick
turf, and there is little danger of the
sunshine injuring the roots, and a
shower or even a heavy dew will cause
it to brighten up very quickly. Ameri
can Cultivator.
A Little Nap.
There is an old saying that opportu
nity is kind, but only to the industrious.
As an illustration of this idea we may
cite the old Persian legend that a poor
man waited 1,000 years at the gates of
paradise hoping that they would open
and he could enter. Finally he snatched
one little nap of a few minutes' dura
tion, but then it was that the gates
opened and shut. Von Moltke, the tri
umphant strategist of the Franco-Prussian
war, said:
"To win you must be at the right
place at the right time, with a superior
force."
The great Napoleon made that the
active principle of his marvelous mili
tary career. The rule holds good In all
the pursuits of life.
out into a separate can in which it is
kept to gather for three days, when it
Is ripened for churning. This tank is
made wholly across one end of the
house. The house is used for churning
Push the Chicks.
Growing chicks cannot be persuaded
to eat too much. Push them along so
that thev will attain frill j,mwlh Hofriri
poured j cold wealthei sets in. The pullets of
.HE EVENED MATTERS.
A Small Boy Who Removed a Possible
Casus Belli.
An uptown family has two Interest
ing children who are always getting
into mischief. The boy, who is the
older, Is usually the instigator of the
escapades, and so though the small
girl runs away with him and gives the
cat coal oil and sets the plants on fire,
and steals the eggs the cook expects to
have for breakfast, "to beat with sand
to make a nice creamy cake." she usual-
vvindow
Boy from far-away China.
1 ' " ii - I ill I I
A little Celestial maiden.
Robin and Crusoe.
"Betty," said mamma, "how is it that
Ruth never comes in any more with
you?"
Betty bit into her cookie and hesi
tated. "Well, we're mad," she said,
slowly, with flushing cheeks. "Ruth
said that Robinson Crusoe wasn't a
New Industry in Florida.
The cultivation of the camphor tree
in Florida has been so successful that .real, live man, and I said he was, so
this section promises to be a formida- er we got mad about it, and now
ble competitor with the far east In neither of us will speak first."
China, Japan and Formosa but a small ! "Why, that's very sad." said mamma,
portion now remain owing to the waste- I "'or Uncle Ben has been in from -the
ful methods of obtaining the gum from farm and left these, one for you and
the trees, which in many cases were i one for Ruth." She pointed to a basket
cut down entirely. In Florida, on the ' on the lounge, where two furry little
other hand, it has been found that cam
phor could be produced profitably from
the leaves and twigs, obtaining a pound
of the gum from seventy-seven pounds
of the cuttings. The tree requires no
fertilization and is extremely ornamental.
By Innuendo.
"Chollie is all right but I think his
cables have been cut."
"Cables cut?"
"Yes. He has no Intelligence." In
dianapolis Journa1.
Maltese kittens lay curled up asleep.
"You will have to keep them both now,
Betty."
"Mamma, dear, please, did you see
where my hat fell? I am so excited
about the kittens! Why, I'm going
straight over to Ruth's!"
Ruth was doing her patchwork stint
by the sitting-room window. It was
lonesome work, too, without blithe lit
tle Betty. But a shadow fell over her,
and there was Betty looking eagerly
into the window.
"O, Ruth," she cried, "come over to
than is meted out to the chief culprit.
Yesterday, however, the heir of the
family goi even. An uncle of the chil
dren had given each of them a beauti
ful lirtle cut-glass goblet. Now, they
didn't care a thing about the cut-glass
part, but they cared very much for the
fact that the name of each was traced
oh his possession, and they treasured
them as if they were wrought of dia
monds for awhile.
The first day, indeed, they would
hardly drink from them, they deemed
them so precious; the second the inven-
tivegeniusof the son tempted him to set
his on the kitchen stove so that it
would get soft and he could write his
age on it. Directly, of course, It was in
bits.
Then he tried to buy his sister's treas
ure, but it was not for sale. Not even
two boxes of tin soldiers and an equal
share in the hobby horse could induce
her to part with it. Then, after much
coaxing the ingenious youngster be
thought him of a project.
"Put your goblet on this stone, sis,
and then we'll let this big stone drop
on it and bounce off. It'll be lots of
fun; the goblet is so nice and hard,"
he said. t
Confiding little sister; nothing loth,
did as she was bid, and in a moment
all that remained of her cherished pos
session also was broken to pieces.
"Now, don't cry," said the brilliant
son of the house amiably, when all
was over. "I did that on purpose, so
we wouldn't quarrel over it. I should
n't think you'd want anything I didn't
have some of, anyhow. That would be
selfish, so let's play policeman." And
play policeman they did until called to
account by the powers that are forever
interfering with them. Baltimore
News.
China's Crack Regiment.
All armies have their crack regi
ments. China's is known as the "Tiger
Guard." Its members are supposed to
be very tigers when turned loose in
war. Then, too, they are dressed in
yellow, the Imperial color, with stripes
of black in imitation of a tiger's skin.
The cap is made of split bamboo, and
has ears to it
A bamboo shield, with a monster's
head painted on it, completes the fan
tastic uniform.
A "Tiger" oflieer In full uniform, as
he appears on occasions of review or
parade, is a matter of no small Interest
and wonder to the stranger.
A highly polished helmet terminating
in a crest of gold, and a tuft of colored
hair on a rod eight inches above the
cap; a robe of purple or blue silk, rich
ly adorned with gilt buttons, and
reaching to the feet, which are encased
in black satin boots, contitute a cos
tume of picturesqueness and incon
venience. His implements of war are in keeping
with the uniform. All of them glittei
with gems and precious metals. What
sort of fighters the "Tigers" make re
mains to be seen. They are carefully
selected men, of good proportions, and
enjoy numerous privileges. London
Mall.
boon
COOt. MILK HOtTSE.
in, and this work is done early in the
morning when the air is cool just
about daybreak is a good time the
milk having been ripened by a starter
the evening before. The newly churned
butter is put into a bowl, and may be
kept in a pan set in the cold water on
a shelf of bars put across one end of
the tank. The tank Is kept closed In by
half doors hinged to the ends of the
To Judge Horse Character.
Horse phrenology is the latest dis
covery of the Royal Colleae of Veter-
iy escapes with a lighter nnnishment ) . It there is nD spring this tank ary Surgeons of England. According
maj sun ue usea Dy supplying it with
water from a well through a rubber
hose kept for the purpose. In a house
of this kind the best kind of butter may
be made without difl3culty, without ice,
every day through the summer. The
winter dairy is then made in a dairy
aitacheC to the house, and in a base
ment well lighted and having a cement
floor, and if needed warmed in the
coldest weather by an oil stove, to pre
vent freezing.
Corn and Cob Meal.
Evidence accumulates in regard to
the value of grinding the corn and cob
together for feeding to stock, as was
the custom of our fathers. It is claim
ed that the pure meal packs so much
closer In the digestive organs as not to
be as thoroughly acted upon by them
as the lighter meal when the cob is
ground. At the North Carolina station
they found that 100 pounds of ears of
dent corn had 81 pounds of kernels
and 18 pounds of cob. There was
71.17 pounds of dry matter, of which
61.84 pounds was digestible In the ker
nel, and 16.40 pounds of dry matter of
which 7.11 was digestible in the cob.
Then the whole ear ground should be
nearly 13 per cent better than the ker
nels alone, an important item, well re
paying the cost of grinding. At the
Kansas station they reported that in a
feeding test with pigs, 650 pounds of
corn and cob meal made 100 pounds
of gain, while of the pure meal it took
670 pounds. Taking the North Caro
lina figures with these, we find that the
number of pounds of ears making 100
pounds of pork, when all was ground
together, would make but little over
SO pounds when only the kernels were
ground. A Nebraska farmer who feeds
many cattle says he finds it profitable
to grind corn and cob when it is 25
cents a bushel, and having his own mill
with sweep power, he can grind it for a
half cent a bushel. But all agree that
fine grinding is important.
early hatchings, if well fed and in
warm quarters, should be ready to lay
by winter, and if the quarters are warm
enough they should lay fairly well all
winter.
Separate the young roosters from the
pullets if It is possible and feed them
extra, so that they may be full grown
and well fleshed when the time comes
to sell them. They should be kept hun
gry, yet have sufficient to eat. A good
plan is to give them enough to only par
tially satisfy their appetite in the morn
ing and never enough during the day,
so that they will hunt around for food.
The exercise will do them good. But
for the evening meal they should have
enough of good grain to fill their crop,
so that they can go to roost comforta
bly. Late hatched chicks should re
ceive the very best of care and be
pushed along as rapidly as possible as
it is easier to do this now than when
the weather becomes cold.
When the chickens have attained
their full growth or nearly so, and the
fattening period begins, they should
be confined in a small yard, so that
while they may have a little exercise,
yet not the unlimited run they were
accustomed to. If the fattening is to
be done very rapidly, each bird should
be confined in a small coop just large
enough for them.
HIGHEST TTPB OF HOUSE
to Harold Leeuey, a
member of the col
lege, it is easy to tell
a horse's character
by the shape of his
nose. If there is a
gentle curve to the
profile and at the
same time the ears
are pohiied and sensitive it is safe to
bank on the animal as gentle and at the
same time high-spirited. If, ovt 8
other hand, the horse has a dent in the
middle of the nose it is equally safe to
set mm down as
treacherous and vic
ious. The Roman
uosed horse is cer
tain to be a good an
imal for hard work
and safe to drive,
but he is apt to bex
slow. A horse with
a slight concavity in the profile will be
scary and need coaxing. A horse that
droops his ears is apt to be lazy as well
as vicious, but hard work will some
times make a horse which started out
properly let his ears drop.
WOHST TYPE OF HORSS.
New Karly Potato.
Despite the fact that some growers
do not favor the early Ohio potato, the
variety Is regarded by many as the best
of the early varieties, which adds that
a white form of the variety is being in
troduced. It originated with a Western
Conceit is to character what paint is
to beauty; it is not only needless, but
impairs what it is supposed to fan-provft.
EARLY OHIO POTATO.
grower, who, having used Northern
seed, found three years ago a plant pro
ducing pure white potatoes, identical
in every way with the best of the old
Ohio except in color, which is a fine
white. American Gardening. s
Stacking; the Straw.
In some way the wheat and oat
straw should all be utilized. If it can
not all be fed to the stock to advantage,
it can at least be used for bedding and
in this way be converted into manure.
There are few farms where there is too
much manure. Generally if more care
were taken to make, save and apply
more manure, better crops at a less
cost would be grown, and where wheat
and oats are made a part of the farm
crops, the straw should in some way
find its way back to the land.
Straw alone Is not a complete food.
Animals must consume too large a bulk
of it, more than can be properly digest
ed if even a fairly thrifty condition is
maintained. But if combined with
other materials it can be used to a
good advantage. If mixed with clover
hay and a small proportion of wheat
bran is added a very good ration is pro
vided and one that is at the same time
economical. Like everything else
saved for feed much depends upon the
condition. With a little care in stack
ing, so that it will keep in a good con
dition it can be used to a much better
advantage either for feeding or bed
ding. Even when wanted for bedding
it should be stacked up where it can
be kept dry, as dry bedding will help
materially in maklng the stock com
fortable In winter.
The Mowinz Machine.
We remember when the first mow
ing machines began to be used there
were many farmers who expressed an
opinion that they cut so close to the
ground that the grass roots would be
burned out by the heat of the sun if
there was not rain soon. Probably this
Transplantinu Trees.
For each t-ee dig a big hole. Into tht
hole put all the scraps of old iron, tin
cans, old bones and all the rubbish on
hand. Get a bushel or more of the best
soil you can find, leaf mold if possible.
and make a soft bed, in which to set
your tree, with its roots comfortably
spread out. Scatter a little more good .
soil on top of the roots. Now pour at
least one-half peck of small potatoes on
top of all. Water well with warm
water, and fill up the hole with good
soil, which must be well firmed, but not
packed. The growing potatoes will
keep the soil about the trees loose, and
gives the tree a start that will carry it
well through the first summer. The po
tato tops serve both as a mulch anl
shade. Mrs. A. M. Kelly.