UHtF Clerk
CORVALLIS
GAZETTE.
55niy5E
SEMI-WEEKLY.
S35?,IU!.! Consolidated Feb., 1899.
CORVALLIS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, DECEMBER 18, 1900.
VOL. I. NO. 34.
A WINTER'S NIGHT AT HOME.
A stretch of hill and valley, swathed
thick in robes of white,
Xhe buildings, blots of blackness, the
windows gems of light;
A moon now clear, now hidden, as in its
headlong race
The north wind drags the cloud track, in
tatters o'er its face.
Mailed twigs, that click aud clatter, upon
j the tossing tree,
And like a giant's chanting the deep
voice of the sea,
.As 'mid th stranded ice cake the burst
ing breakers foam.
The old familiar picture a winter's night
at home.
The old familiar picture the firelight,
rjfh and red,
The lamplight soft and mellow, the shad
owed beams o'erhead;
And father with his paper, and mother
calm and sweet,
Mending the i;ed yarn stockings, stamped
through by careless .feet.
The little attic bedroom, the windows
'neath the eaves.
Decked by the Frost King's brush with
silver sprays and leaves;
The rattling sash that gossips with the
gusts that roam
Around the ice-fringed gables a winter's
night at home.
What wosld I give to climb them those
narrow stairs so steep
And reach the little bedroom and sleep
a boy's sweet sleep;
Wht would I give again to see that old
house by the sea.
Filled with the dear lost faces that made
it home for me.
The sobbing wind sings softly the songs
of long ago.
In the little country churchyard the
graves are wrapped in snow.
But there beyond the arches of Heaven's
star-gilded dome
Perhaps they know I'm dreaming of the
winter nights at home.
J. Lincoln.
8
DOROTHY'S REVENGE.
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Bf- ;o5
f-i3 HE harvest moon climbed slow
er ly up the cloudless sky, shining
white and clear on Tunbridge
Wells. The silence of night was on the
Bleeping town. Two women, closely
cloaked,.crept stealthily along, the elder
remonstrating.
"It's a great risk you run, mistress,"
she whispered.
"It you fear to come with me, Betty,
I go alone."
"Nay, madam, my fears are not for
nryself. I know pit Jlgg better than
fo leave my imsrre'ss aTone'io meet wild
Sir Harry Fortescue."
Meanwhile, pacing slowly backwards
and forwards in the shadow cast by
SnB FENCED WITH CARE AXI SKI! L.
high banks half hidden by brambles, a
man waited their approach. As the
women came into sight he advanced to
meet them.
"It is but five minutes by the clock
since I caiue, madam, yet I dare swear
that the moments have been leaden
footed as -so many hours. The post
chaise waits for us in yonder hollow,
and we have many miles to go before
dawn."
"The chaise can wait," she said. "I
geek a word with you first, sir!"
"A thousand, and you will, sweetheart!
But can you not say them as we drive?"
The moonlight fell full on the group
as the woman stopped and threw back
her hood, and it shone on her pale, set
face. Seeing it, Sir Harry faltered and
tapped uneasily on the lid of his snuff
box. It did cot seem much like the
look to be expected on the face of a
romantic girl who had so easily fallen
In with his suggestions of a runaway
match.
"Now," she said, "I will tell you why
I let you think that I would marry you
In secret, and also why the chaise will
not be needed to-night. You have
known me as Dorothy March, sir;
know me now as Dorothy Iugledew
Bister to the man you ruined, and whose
patrimony you stole, and to the wo
man whose heart you broke."
He scanned the eager face with some
curiosity now. So this explained the
haunting idea that there was something
forgotten which the sight of Dorothy
stirred within him. He could see now
the resemblance between the slender,
nir-haired Winifred Ingledew he had
tired of and deserted when he found it
bo easy to get the Ingledew money from
her weak, spendthrift brother without
cumbering himself with a wife, and
this dark beauty, who had so unex
pectedly become his accuser.
"I stole nothing. Your brother if
brother of yours he was lost it to me
In play. He lost and I won; it is the
way of the world, Miss Dorothy."
"He was a boy. You took advantage
of his youthful folly. My sister loved
fou; you forsook her when she no longer
had gold to tempt you. He lies in his
dishonored grave; she pined away and
died broken hearted. You killed
them both, and I rowed to kill you in
turn. That Is why I came to the Wells
with my godmother, whose name 1
have borne since she took me to live
with her; and I let you think that I
would run away with you in order that
I might be able to keep my vow."
"Tragedy becomes you, nlhdam," he
said, mockingly. "But why talk of
killing when you know that your eyes
have already mortally wounded meV"
"Will you cease this foolish talk? Do
you still think that love brought me
here to-night V I have to avenge the
honor of my name. It shall not suffer
for want of male kin."
"Madam, what folly is this? How
can I fight a woman?"
She unclasped her cloak and threw it
from' her as the maid approached and
handed her two foils.
"I came prepared, you see. Sir
Harry," she said, as she carefuly meas
ured the foils to see that they were of
equal length. "Now, sir, choose your
foil and take your stand."
"This is midsummer madness, In
deed! Mistress March, or Ingledew, if
it pleases you better. And though It
may be pretty fooling when so fair a
lady plays part in it, I like it not."
"Will you choose a foil?"
"No. madam."
"Coward!" She held a foil by the hilt
now, and at the word struck him light
ly across the face with the flat of the
blade.
His face was white with anger, save
where a red line showed where her
blow had fallen.
"Had a man struck that blow he
would not have seen to-morrow's sun!
But a woman is privileged to some ex
tent. I will fence with you, madam,
since you insist, and when you are dis
armed I will take my revenge in
kisses."
The moon flung their shadows on the
ground in grotesque confusion, and
glittered on the blades of the foils as
they thrust and parried. She fenced
with care and skill that comes of long
practice.
At first the man carelessly parried her
thrusts, laughing and jesting at the
strange fate which led him, a noted
duelist, to cross swords with a woman.
But by degrees the jest and laugh died
on his lips, and his gaze remained fixed
on something over Dorothy's shoulder.
It may have been fancy, or the flicker
of the moonlight on his adversary's un
covered hair, but he thought the face
of Winifred looked over her sister's
shoulder.
He began to falter, and a lunge Dor
othy made remained nnparried.
"Winnie!" he cried, and as the cry
left his lips Dorothy pierced his heart
He stninoleu; then tell at her teet.
For a moment she stood aghast at the
fulfillment of her vow; then, flinging
away the foil, she knelt at his side.
His eyes opened and as they fell
upon Dorothy the mocking smile strug
gled again to the white lips. There was
no sound but his gasping breath. His
eyes -opened again.
"Forgive!" he gasped.
His head fell back, and Sir Harry
Fortescne was dnad.
Dorothy flung herself on the body
and kissed the Hps again and again,
weeping bitterly. Her maid tried to
draw her away.
"Let me be!" she sobbed. "Let me
be! O, my love, my love! I thought
there was room for nothing in my heart
but hate, and I killed him killed him.
But I shall love him till I die!"
"Mistress, you forget," pleaded Betty.
"The watch will be here with the day."
Dorothy shuddered and allowed Betty
to wrap the cloak around her. The
waiting woman gave a last searching
glance round to make sure that they
left nothing to betray them, and then
with the foils hidden under her cloak.
led her mistress away. The pride and
fir that had sustained the girl through
the night had gone, and she was now
all weakness and timidity, obliged to
lean heavily on her maid's shoulder,
and a brain numbed to all but the one
thought that, in avenging her sister's
wrongs she had killed her own lover.
His death was already avenged.
Penny Pictorial Magazine.
Hamor.
Fate has been extremely kind to the
Anglican school of humor.
For Fate had a man by the name of
Minie invent a gun, and thereupon the
Anglican school of humor conceived of
a lady visiting an arsenal and asking a
soldier there:
"What gun Is used the maximum?"
And the soldier, replying:
"The Minie, mum!"
This was believed to be the High
Water Mark of Anglican humor. But
no!
Fate went still further and caused a
man by the name of Maxim to invent a
gun.
"What gun is used the maximum?"
the lady again asked at the arsenal.
"The Maxim, mum!" replied the sol
dier. What, pray, could be more exquisite
ly droll than this? Detroit Journal.
Knew His Business.
"That bunch of jokes," said the
vaudeville manager, "hasn't one is It
that Is less than thirty years old." .
"And the crowd that comes to your
theater," retorted the would-be mon
ologist "will average less than 30 years
of age." Indianapolis Press.
Fisheries of England and Wales.
In England and Wales there are
7,371 fishing boats and 40,000 fisher
men engaged in the sea fishery. Last
year they caught 6,850,000 hundred
weight of fish, including 2,250,000 hun
dredweight of herring.
Everv man is bound to hear the truth
occasionally even If he doesn't recog
nize It
The factory hand may indulge in
song, but he prefers to knock-off with a
whistle.
OUR BOYS AND GIHLS.
THIS IS THEIR DEPARTMENT OF
THE PAPER.
Quaint Say incs and Cute Doings of the
Lit-tle Folks Everywhere, Gathered
and Printed Here for All Other rat
tie Onea to Head.
"Oh! mamma," said Phyllis, as she
climbed into her mother's lap, her usu
al resting place at the twilight hour,
"please tell me about sister Clara and
old George."
"Why, darling, you've heard that so
many times I'm sure you can tell it as
well as I."
"But it's a truly story, and I never
get" tired of hearing them," replied the
little girl as she cuddled closer to her
mother.
"Well," said her mother, "once on a
time, as the story tellers say, when we
had no little Phyllis, but only Clara,
and she wasn't mnch more than a baby,
for she had only learned to walk a lit
tle while before, papa and Clara and I
went to live on a farm for a couple of
years. We had two beautiful bay horses
that we called 'old George' and 'old
Charlie,' because they were such sober
quiet horses and had outgrown coltish
ways. The younger horses we Just
called 'the colts.'
"One night when the men came up to
supper they tied the horses 'to the fence
for a little while, until they had eaten
their supper and done the chores.
Clara was trotting around, very busy
and happy, and I was hurrying to do
my work before dark, so I forgot all
about her.
"By and by, as it began to get quite
dark, one of the men untied old
George's halter and started to lead him
to the stable, but he would not stir.
The man pulled and called, but George
wouldn't move an inch. He stood per
fectly still. He was always so quick
to obey before that the man couldn't
understand It, and began to look around
to see what was the trouble.
"And there on the ground between
old George's feet, wlfere he must have
stepped on the little thing If he had
started, lay little Clara fast asleep.
"Of course the man picked her up and
brought her to the house very quickly.
Then when he took hold of the halter,
the good old horse followed him at
once, and kept looking at him and
whinnying, as if to say: 'Didn't I do a
pretty sensible tting?' "
"Oli. my,''' said Phyllis, "wasn't he
smart!"
"We thought nothing too good for
him after that," continued her mother.
"When we sold the farm and the old
horses with it, we felt almost as though
we had left part of the family behind."
Our Little Ones.
A Noiseless Kins Game.
The small rubber rings that are used
in every household with which to seal
preserve jars may be made the means
of much amusement when a lively
game is desired. First, obtain a smooth
head of a flour barrel, and see that the
pieces are all fastened together, form
ing a circular board; or any smooth
board about a square foot In size will
serve the purpose.
Procure ten coat hooks of medium
size and secure them into the board,
arranging them as shown in the ac
companying Illustration, and mark
above each hook its number, as shown,
ranging from No. 1 to No. 10. A hole
may be made In the upper end of the
board, or a screw-eye Inserted, by
which to hang It upon the nail in the
waU.
No. 10 is a sort of a "bull's-eye," and
each player being given three of the
rubber rings, takes turn in throwing
them from a position about ten feet
away, endeavoring to "hook" as many
on the board as possible. A score Is
kept of the points gained by each play
er, the one first getting 100 points be
ing the winner. However, exactly 100
points tpust be made. For instance, If
a player has 99 he has to work for
"Hook No. 1," as any other hook would
carry him over the mark. This diffi
culty adds to the interest of the game.
An advantage of the game Is that no
noise is made nor damage done by the
rings, and it may be Improvised by any
boy or girl.
Bogie Land.
There's a wonderful land called Bogie
Land,
On the other side of the moon;
Where the big round sun stockstill doth
stand.
And it's always afternoon;
The time of year it is always May,
And there's never ice nor snow;
But they never can tell the time of day.
For the Bogie-Land clocks don't go".
N'o houses are builded in .Bogie-Land,
No cities nor towns lire there;
But beautiful trees in blossom stand,
In the sunlight everywhere;
The leaves don't fall, nor the roses fade,
And the birds don't fly away;
Vnd both in the sunlight and the shade
It is just so warm each day.
They never labor in Bogie-Land,
And nothing is bought nor sold;
And nobody there can understand
Why people should strive for gold;
There sugar grows on a sugar tree.
And creams in the river flow.
And bon-bons always are furnished free
Oh, wouldn't you like to go?
V wonderful land is this Bogie-Land,
On the other side of the moon;
And the people there are a happy band,
And life is a blessed boon;
THROWING THE RUBBERS.
I'll tell you what we had better do
Some beautiful suinmer day
Just pack our traps, with a friend or two,
And sail for that land away.
And I'll be the king of the Bogie-Land,
And the babies all shall be
My loyal subjects, each to stand
And defend me valiantly,
And we'll dance to a rollicking jolly tune,
Just forever and for aye.
In that land where it's always afternoon
And the month is always May.
Chicago Record.
Had His Royal Face Washed.
One of the many stories going the
round of Germany about the Crown
Prince's childhood has almost become
a household word with his future sub
jects, so frequently has it been told in
nurseries. Nothing afforded the young
heir, as a youngster of 6 or 7, greater
pleasure than to watch the sentries
salute as he passed In or out of the
castle at Potsdam, and the poor sol
diers were kept at it from night till
morning. This delight was equaled
only by his aversion to water, and the
poor woman who was charged with his
toilet averred that he lay awake nights
devising a means to escape the cokl
morning bath.
One day the child rushed In upon the
Emperor and the Empress as they sat
at breakfast with a furious cjmplaint
against the sentry, who had neglected
to salute him as usual that morning.
The Emperor drew his son closer to
him, examined him curiously, and then
replied:
"I don't wonder, my son, the poor
sentinel did not recognize the Crown
Prince in this dirty-faced little boy, so
I cannot have him reprimanded."
It was the last time the Prince ever
refused to have his face washed. Coll
ier's Weekly.
Be Greater than '.'our Position.
If I had a son, I should tell him many
times a day to make himself as big a
man on the inside as possible.
Young men too often want to be big
men on the outside; to occupy positions
which fit them as a turtle shell fits a
clam. Never mind your position, young
man. Whatever it may be try to fill it.
The duties which you have to perform
may seem trivial; bnc because It is a
small position Is no reason why you
should be a small man. You may be
big Inside, you know, if you are small
outside.
The young man whi applies himself
to internal growth, as it were, is bound
in time to find a pla e where be will
be able to use every power he pos
sesses. At any rate, better be a big
man In a small place t ian the opposite.
A pinch of powder In a small cartridge
can make a utai oi lftise and drive a
bullet a long way.' What can it do in
a Krupp gun?.
ORIGIN OF KISSING.
Scientist Lombroso Says Osculation la
a Modern Practice.
According to Prof. Cesare Lombroso,
the distinguished Italian criminologist,
kissing is quite a modern practice and
originated in a very curious manner, i
The kiss, as a token of affection, was j
unknown to the old Greeks, and neither
In Homer nor in Herodotus do we find
any mention of it Hector did not kiss
his Andromache when he bade her fare
well, neither did Paris press his lips to
those of the beautiful Helen, and Ulys
ses, who was more of a cosmopolitan
than any man of his day, never dream
ed of kissing the enchanting Circe, and
when after long wanderings he return
ed home to his spouse, Penelope, he
satisfied himself with putting one of
his stalwart arms around her waist and
drew her to him.
The people of Terre del Fuego, says
Lombroso, have taught civilized na
tions the origin of the delightful art of
kissing. Drinking vessels are un
known in that country, and the people,
when they are thirsty, simply lie down
beside brooks and drink the water as it
flows by them. It is evident, however,
that infants could not satisfy their
thirst In this primitive fashion, and,
therefore, their mothers have for ages
supplied them with water by filling
their own mouths first and then letting
it pass through their lips Into the ex
pectant mouths of their little ones. In
some places the banks of the brooks
and rivers are so high that water can
not be obtaiped in the usual way, and
the mothers In such places draw it up
through long reeds.
Birds fed thir young ones in a similar
manner. They first fill their own
mouths with water and then transfer It
to the wide-open mouths of the little
ones. This very ancient maternal prac
tice is, according to Lombroso, the only
source to which the modern practice of
pressing one mouth to another origina
ted with the women in Terre del Fuego,
who could only supply their infants
with drink in this manner, and It Is
presumable that they learned the les
son from the birds. Finally, we are
told that kissing is an evidence of
atavism and a memorial of that early
stage In our development, "during
which the wife had not yet triumphed
over the mother, nor love over ma
ternity."
Lombroso's views on this subject
meet with the general approval of sci
entists, though there are some who
point out that his explanation q- the
origin of kissing Is not in accordance
with the one handed down to ua.by the
old Romans. These latter maintain
that the kiss was invented by husbands,
who desired to ascertain In this way
whether during their absence from
home their wives had been drinking
their wine or not New York Herald.
Feeding a Multitude.
This is the kitchen equipment of the
great Parisian store that furnishes
meals to all its employes, 4,000 in num
ber. The smallest kettle contains 100
quarts and the .largest 500. Each of
fifty roasting pans is big enough for
300 cutlets. Every dish for baking po-
tatoes holds 225 pounds.
TRUMPET CALLS.
Rajtn's
Horn Sounds a Warning Note
to the Unredeemed.
BIBLE is of lit
tle value till it Is
the worse for
wear.
Heavenly living
here Is the only
sure argument for
heaven beyond
life.
Christ only
comes to dwell in
the hearts of
those who are
watching for His
coming In glory.
The power of a tear-drop Is In that It
rises in the heart.
The Christian can only find satisfac
tion where he finds salvation.
The hypocrite says, "Leave my sins
alone and chase those heretics."
If you have religion by proxy you
may have heaven in the same way.
There are some things you must both
be and live before you can believe.
A man Is not a champion of truth be
cause he howls at all who differ from
him.
The artillery of skepticism often
opens up new mines in the mountains
of God
Blessed are they who are thrown to
the lions, for Daniel is there and so is
bis God.
Only the man who can say, "All my
springs are in thee," can go through
the dry and thirsty land.
It is a good deal easier to demon
strate that men may become monkeys
than that monkeys have become men.
Hindrances are the ever-ascending
rungs in the ladder God makes for us.
When there is sunshine in the soul
there will be flowers and fruit in the
life.
MISLED BY THE LIGHT.
How Mullet Catch Themselves at Flood
Tide on 'he VirKi ia Coast.
The mullet that figure in the follow
ing story from Outing eventually went
the way of all fish, but the account of
their passage from their native element
to the frying pan is marked by some
interesting and spectacular features.
"How would you like to catch fish
without hook, line, net or seine?"
"Shoot them, you mean?"
"No."
"How then?"
"Let them jump into the boat."
"Oh, that's preposterous."
For reply, the first speaker, a Virgin
ian living near Cherrystone Inlet, north
of Cape Charles, called to a passing
negro and asked him if the "fatbacks"
were running.
"Reasonabul, suh, reasonabul," was
the answer. "Dey hez been better, en
dey hez been wuss."
"Be ready to take us to shore after
supper," the Virginian said to the ne
gro. To his visitor's eager questions
he returned the uniform reply: "Wait
until nightfall."
It was dark when they finished sup
per, and there were clouds in the sky
conditions oronounced "ideal" for the
sport. Within an hour they were on
the soft, smooth beach of one of the
inlets on the Chesapeake side. There
was the fishing boat, a long canoe or
dugout At the stern was a platform,
on which was a basin half full of earth.
Behind the stern seat was a pile of
light wood knots. The negroes had
long poles. a
"Now," said the Virginian to his vis
itor, "all we ask of you is to keep as
still as you can!"
In a few minutes the canoe was
shoved gently through the water. By
this time a bonfire had been started
on the soil in the basin, and as the
flames got hold on the resin of the pine
knots, the glare lighted up the big
trees that lined the shore.
"They're jumpin'!" announced the ne
gro in the bow, in a very bparse whis
per. The negro In the stern gave a more
vigorous shove with the pole, and be
fore anybody could say "Jack Robin
son" plump! plump! plump! the fish
came jumping into the boat, over the
boat, on laps, and even up sleeves!
There were thousands of them, but
the sportsmen got only the smallest
fraction of those they saw; for when
they counted their catch, at the end of
an hour or so, by the light of the bon
fire, they found that there were one
hundred and forty-three.
"That Is very ordinary," was the Vir
ginian's comment "Three hundred is
a good catch."
Fatback is the local name for the
small mullet which abound In these
waters. And there is no mystery about
the ease with which they are caught
On the flood-tides after dark they get
Into the shallows in the streams for
food. They have great leaping ability,
and when surprised make for deep wa
ter by leaps and bounds. The glare
from a boat startles them. The body
of the boat being dark, they do not see
it and when they jump Into It they
think they are going through space into
deep water.
A Great Catalogue.
The printing of the British Museum
Author's Catalogue is now completed
up to the end of 1899. The compilation
of this enormous work has occupied
twenty years' incessant toil, and hai
entailed a total cost of $200,000. The
catalogue comprises four hundred large
thick volumes, and seventy supple
ments. The staff which has been en
gaged upon this work is now devoting
its attention to the compilation of a
subject index, which It is estimated
will keep them fully occupied for an
other ten years.
Some children cry for cause and
others for pure meanness.
Va'ne of Irrigation.
Prof. Voorhees, of the New Jersey
Experiment Station, has decided that
there is a need for some method of ir
rigation in the Eastern States as well as
in those west of the Mississippi Valley.
He estimates that the loss of hay in
New Jersey by reason of the drought
of May and June, 1899, amounted to not
less than $1,500,000, while that on small
fruits and vegetables was much larger.
He gives these figures from the Experi
ment Farm. In 1897 and 1898, both wet
seasons, the hay crop averaged two
tons, 1,300 pounds per acre. In 1899 it
was but a. little over one ton. This was
a loss of over $400 on twenty-five acres.
Crimson clover for forage averaged for
the two wet years eight and one-half
tons per acre, and for the dry year the
yield was but five tons. The oat and
pea forage gave six tons per acre In the
two first years, and but three tons 600
pounds in 1899. On small fruits the
plats that were irrigated produce at the
following rate per acre more than those
not irrigated, blackberries 1.038 quarts
worth $93.42, raspberries 329 quarts
worth $32.90, currants 852 quarts worth
$85.90. Thus, on an acre of each there
would be a gain of $211.52 by irrigat-
SHORTHORN BULL CALF
The above illustration, reproduced from the London Live Stock Journal,
shows the Shorthorn bull calf Scottish Champion, bred by Mr. W. S. Marr,
Uppermill. He was sold in October last to Mr. W. Duthie, Collynie, for 330
guineas, this being the highest. price at-auction for a bull of the bred during
the year. . a. ...
ing. The year 1899 was an exceptional
one for earliness and duration of
drought
A Bos Hanger.
An Ohio farmer writer sketches an
arrangement for hanging hogs when
scalding, etc. It is made by taking a
large pole about fifty feet long for
lever and another about sixteen feet
long for post. Set this post four feet
in ground and have made a clevis
shaped iron (A) to support lever on the
post. This clevis is about one foot long
and wide as post after squaring, with
a crosspiece welded on near middle of
bottom or round part. A three-quarter-inch
hole is made through bottom of
clevis and center of crosspiece, through
which an Iron pin Is run and driven
into top of post, so as to permit clevis to
revolve on post. Make a nve-eightbs-inch
hole In the long pole or lever about
twelve feet from large end. Raise lever
up and hang in clevis. Attach a strong
chain to large end, and have the scald
ing vat directly beneath this chain. Set
FOR HAXGINO IIOOS.
a bench or platform beside vat, to
scrape hogon, and next to this platform
erect a post with four crosspleces on
top to hang hogs on. Fasten a small
rope to small end of lever to pull it
down with when lifting the hog in and
out of scalding receptacle on bench and
to hanging post
Petroleum Pprarinsr.
The use of a mixture of cine part of
crude petroleum with three parts of
water In spraying fruit trees during the
winter months, seems to be proving an
effectual remedy for the San Jose scale,
cottony scale, and other scale insects.
It needs one of those pumps which keep
the oil and water mixed or those that
supply both in the proportions desired.
It may be well to make two applica
tions, one early In the winter and the
other as late as possible before the buds
swell. This makes a very sure job of
it as some points may be untouched
at first spraying. There appears to be
a difference in crude petroleum, aud
while some have successfully used it
undiluted, others have injured their
trees by so doing. It Is said to be quite
as effectual in the 25 per cent, solution,
and water is not as expensive as the
oil. It is said to cost about $100 to treat
1,000 large bearing trees, or ten cents
per tree, and its use destroys many
other Insects or their eggs in the tree.
Vigorous Plants.
We often see as a recommendation of
plants, especially the strawberry, that
"the plants are very vigorous with
heavy foliage." Other things being
equal, this Is a desirable feature, be
cause the strong growing plant has
more vitality than the weak, half
starved looking one, and may be ex
pected to put out more fruit buds. But
often those who are growing plants to
sell put a little extra amount of nitro
genous fertilizer or manure on the new
and high priced varieties to grow more
and thriftier looking plants. Such plants
when removed to an ordinarily good soil
with the usual field cultivation prove
disappointing because they fail to carry
out the promise of their early days,
and sometimes have not strength
enough to develop as much fruit as they,
have set fruit buds for. It is well to
know the treatment the plants had
when growing, and give them quite as
good when they are set in a new loca
tion. American Cultivator.
Good Blood Needed.
That there is now a greater need for
good blood and straight breeding in the
Middle and Eastern States than in the
West will be admitted by every man
who is acquainted with the live stock
in both sections. The average quality
of the thin stock which comes to mar
ket in the West is far superior to that
in such a market as Pittsburg. Sales
at the latter point of late have included
a large number of low priced cattle.
They were low priced because they
were worth so little. As a rule they
lacked the essential qualities of good
stockers or feeders. They were not
and never will be good beeves. More
good blood and a little more feed are
the things those who breed cattle in
this country must provide. National
Stockman.
Thick or Thin Seedine.
Almost every tarmer knows tnat tne
closer grain is sown or stands when
growing usually the greater the pro
portion of the straw to the grain, the
SCOTTISH CHAMPION.
only exception being when conditions
are such that the straw is very short
while grain is large and plump. This,
may depend in part upon the season,
but in some cases is due to there being
but little nitrogen in the fertilizer to
stimulate growth of straw and plenty of
phosphoric acid to increase size of
grain. This may serve as a hint for the
proper fertilizer to use. But now the
Maine Experiment Station has ascer
tained another point by growing one,
five and eight stalks of grain in pots of
the same size, using oats and spring
wheat. They found that the grain
where there were five stalks in a pot
containing but 80M per cent as much
nitrogen and 85.42 per cent as much
nutritive value as those where one
stalk grew alone, while where eight
plants are in the pot there was only
70.1 per cent nitrogen and 7G.91 per
cent nutritive value a scompared with
the single stalk.
Eeef or Butter.
The Minnesota Experiment Station
tested the cost of food for producing
beef and butter, and found that four
steers made a daily gain of 2.52 pounds
and on food worth $8.51 they gained
425 pounds, a cost of about 2 cents a
pound. Four cows fed on the same
amount and kind of f 5 used $11.84
cents worth in the same time, and pro
duced 255.43 pounds of butterfat, equal
to 298 pounds of butter, at a cost of
about $3.97 per hundred pounds. It
took of dry matter in the food 8.2
pounds to make a pound of gain on the
steer, and 10.28 pounds to make a
pound of butter. If food were all that
had to be taken into consideration but
ter would be most profitable at present
rates, but more care is necessary in se
lecting cows of a dairy type than steers
for feeding. Better buildings and more
utensils are required for butter making
than for fattening cattle, and much
more labor is required in making but
ter. But again this is in part offset by
the value of the skimmiik and butter
milk for feeding to calves, pigs or poul
try, which might amount to nearly as
much meat as was produced of butter.
This would help pay for the labor, and
often the farmers desire to find a profit
able market for their labor.
Circumventing: the Hessian Fly.
J. Troop, of the Indiana station, gives
advice for circumventing the Hessian
fly in that State, which is sugestive also
for other sections: The active period of
the fall brood in the northern counties
extends approximately from the last of
August to about the last of September,
gradually getting later as they go
south, so that in the southern portion
they will be found at work probably as
late as the middle of October. It is evi
dent, then, that in order to avoid the
fall brood of the fly -the proper time to
sow wheat in the northern counties is
between Sept. 20 and 30, and in the
southern counties from the first to the
middle of October. The station will pot
sow earlier than the tirstjveek in Octo
ber this year, as the flies were active
throughout September In 1899. Decoy
strips should be sown in the north the
last week in August, and in the south
the first ten days of September, plow
ing these under deeply before sowing
the main crop. ...