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; i. I i. -4 SEMI-WEEKLY. SxEit?,z;;c1.8!2!8. Consolidated Feb., 1899. CORVAL.LIS, BENTOK COTXNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY-, MAECff 3, 1903. VOL. I1X NO. 45. COEVA A Tale of the Early Settlers! of Louisiana. BY AUSTIN C. BURDICK CHAPTER VII. (Continued.) "Speak to me, Louise," uttered Gou part, now speaking quickly and eagerly, "and tell me if you have forgotten those words I used to speak. Have you for gotten them?" "No not one." "Then-let 'me speak them again. Let me now speak them as one who knows the ways of life; and to one who can judge for herself of the deep meaning that passing years have given to all those emotions that have outlived the destroy ing wear of time. In the heart where thine image was first enshrined, none oth er has ever come. I have cherished your sweet face, and in humble prayer have I begged that I might see you on:e more on earth. And, at times, my soul has been' wild enough in its flights of hope to picture that one most holy thought of all life-union with the dearly loved one. When my feet first touched these shores, I dreamed not that I was near to thee. But I found you, and here I sat me down to pray with more of hope, and to hope with more of promise. And now, Louise, let me ask you, as I have asked you a hundred times before, will you be" my wife?" "Goupart, I have a father whose every earthly wish is for the good of his chil dren, and not for worlds would I I ' "I understand," said St. Denis, as the maiden hesitated and stopped. "And be assured that I would not ask, even for life itself at thy hands, against thy no ble father's wish. But suppose I ask him and he bids me take you?" "Then I am by his permission only what In heart I have been for years.' A short time longer those two sat there, and their words had a solemn, prayerful cast, such as marks the holiest gratitude of the human soul; and as they walked towards the house, they spoke not of the subject upon which their life joys hung. It was already dusk when they reach ed the hall, and while Louise went to re move' her moccasins, St. Denis went to seek Brion St. Julien. He found him in his library. "How now, Goupart?" cried the old man, as his young friend took a seaf . "What has happened? Any more In dians? What on earth makes you look eo sober?" "It is a deep' and sober subject which is on my mind," answered the youth. , :' "Then out with it, for I am father eon 'fessor kere4 -t--- St. Denis knew the marquis too well to hesitate,- and he spoke boldly and to the point. "My friend," he said, "that I love ev , ery member of your immediate family must be apparent to you; but you will Dot be, jealous if I also inform you that my love for Louise is rather stronger than for-any on,e else." St. Julien arose and placed his hand upon " the youth's head, and, while big tears gathered in his eyes, he said: "Goupart, my noble boy, you have : made me the happiest of men. O, I have - prayed for this moment many a time, and now it has come. Among all my ac quaintances, you were the only one to whom my hopes could turn. You shall take my child, and-you shall take me. I am growing lazy, ' if not old, and not much longer will Simon remain With me" "Ah," uttered the youth, with a look of relief, "is Simon going?" "Yes. He isn't just the man for me. I will not have, dissension, and so we keep peace; but yet much of my nephew's conduct makes me nervous. I do not like his plans about the estate, and yet he Ehows an abfupt, willful spirit if I offer a word of expostulation. He seems bent on realizing all the ready jnoney he can from the place without the least regard to its future worth and improvement. I do not like it. Yes, yes Simon must seek some other home." "Harkr interrupted Goupart. "What was that noise?" "I heard nothing," said the old man. "Let me look a moment." And thus peaking, the youth went to the door and looked out. But he saw nothing. He stepped out into the entry but there was ps one there. "I must have been' mis taken," he said, as he returned to the library and closed the door after him. Ah! he did not look in the right place. Had he cast his eyes up to the ceiling, he would have seen a small hole where the host once had a copper pipe lead down to feed a showering bath. And had he but gone. up into the small lumber room overhead, he would have found a man there, lying flat, like a serpent, with his eye to that small aperture; and he would have seen at a glance that the watcher could both see and hear all that transpired in- the library! - CHAPTER VIII. Days flew on now upon golden wings, and suspicion bad ceased to work in even Goupart's mind. Old Tony had watched carefully, but he could, find nothing to excite fear. Only one thing came up to help the doubts the young men had en tertained, and that was a sudden visit of Simon Lobols to New Orleans. He professed to have business there. He said he would see how much corn he could find a market for, there being sev eral hundred bushels now in the granary; but the marquis Informed him that he need not trouble himself about the corn, as he already had a use for it, meaning to keep a large quantity on hand to serve In case of a falling crop. Yet Simon must go, for he had business of bis own; and one fine morning, down the river he went, in company with some men who had come down from Fort Rosalie. Lobois had been gone a week, and the remaining members of the family were having.some joyful times. In a few days more, the priest would be there, and then the two waiting hands would be united. Father Languet. sometimes made it his home at St Julien's place, but he had now been for some months upon a mis sion among the Yazoos; but he .had been heard from, and he would soon be there. It was a bright, moonlight evening, and the young people had been more gay than . usual. Goupart, and Louise, and Lonis had been playing at childish games, and as tht? went out and snuffed up the sweet. balmy air of the beautiful even ing, Louise clapped her hands and pro posed a game of "hide and seek. The others shouted acquiescence, and even the old man was bound to join in the sport. Louise and her brother knew all the hiding places within the enclosure, and the former pulled Louis aside, and whispered merrily with him. "Now, none of that," said' Goupart- "none of that! It is not fair for yon to conspire against me. If you two put your heads together I'll go and charter old Tony to come and help me. iow mind!" But the only answer he received was a joyous langh as Louise ran away to dress herself for the out-door sport. The moon rode high in the heavens, and her face was but slightly turned away from earth. In the wide courtyard the merry voices rang tunefully out upon the calm niehit air, and the glad notes were caught up and flung back by the distant forest. Away over the brow of a gentle hill, where a copse of beautiful acacia trees were left standing, moved many dark objects. They were crouching in the wood, and listening to the shouts that came from the distant dwelling. Anon they gathered together and conversed in a strange tongue, and then they moved slowly up the hillside, and crept down toward the corn field. On they moved, like specters in the moonlight,' until they neared the high barricade, and then set tled lower down and crept on like huge cats approaching their prey. Straight they moved towards the postern, and there they lay, beneath the wooden wall, and listened to the merry voices from within. Soon one of them arose to his feet. He was in the shade of the wall, but yet the many colored paint upon his dark skin could be seen, and the dusky browed warrior was no more concealed. They ere all a score of them painted in the same fantastic manner, and the same dusky hue marked the brow of each. He who had arisen to his feet pro duced something from his pouch, and applied it to the lock of the heavy post ern. It was a key! And how came that child of the forest by the key of St. Ju lien's gate? The shouts now come from the garden. Hark! Yes they are all there upon the other side of the house. They have just found Goupart, and are now dragging him forth from his hiding place. Carefully the Indian turns the key in the lock, but the gate is fastened within. The heavy bolt has been surely thrown back, and yet the gate opens not. But there is no time to be lost. The red men whispered together a moment, and then one of them bends upon his knees, and when a second has mounted upon his shoulders, he arises. They are both tall men, but he who stands upon his com panion's shoulders cannot quite reach the tops of the stout pickets. Another man stands firmly by the side of the lower one and then he above places one foot upon ,the . second- shoulder th us, offered him.. Now a third man springs nimbly up, and having mounted upon the shoulders of him who stands thus elevated, he gains the top of the barricade, and in a mo ment more' he drops upon the ground within. Soon the postern is opened and six men enter, leaTing the remaining ones without, and then the gate is almost closed, and thus held, so that it can be opened when need comes. Away towards the stable these specters glide, and soon they are hidden ; for they, too, will play at the game" that the pale faces have set on foot. Many times had Goupart hidden, and as many times had he been easily found. And now he and the marquis chose to hide together, and after a deal of shout ing, the brother and sister pull them out from behind the thick cluster of vines that grow against the garden fence. Next Louis and Louise scamper away, laugh ing and clapping their hands, for the utter delight of the father, when they purposely let him find them, has warmed them into almost a frenzy .of joy. " "Stop stop!" cried the marquis, as his children start. "Isn't it becoming too damp for you Louise?" "O, no! Never fear for me." "But the dew is now fairly wet upon the grass, and I fear you'll take cold. . "No no, father!" cries the joyous girl. "Dont let the first chill frighten you." "Well go this once, and then we'll go in. I'm growing chill and cold." "Ay you shall have a job before yon find us. Now watch for the word." Away they went towards the barn, and as they turned, the angle of the house, and were thus lost to sight, Gou part -remarked: , "It is growing cold." "Ay," returned the old man. "This dew is" falling fast, for I can feel the damp ness on my feet. While we were excited I did not . feel it. But I can stand it, only I feared that Louise might take some cold; and you know that would not be pleasant." "No," said Goupart-and the tone of his voice showed that he, too, had enter tained some fears. """Hark!" he added. "I think I heard them call. Ah, they've got some deep hiding place this time, for I heard the voice as though It were stifled. But we'll find them. Comer And away they ran towards the point from which the voice had proceeded. They searched all around the barn, under the cart, in the straw, behind the doors; and then they went to the stable, and here, too, they overhauled everything they could move, the old man even mov ing a board that lay against the fence. . "They must have slipped around into the garden," said Goupart. And so back -to the garden they turned. They hunted and bunted, but the hiders could not be found. - "It's getting too late," said the mar quis, at length. "I think I must call them." "I'll give up in welcome," returned Goupart; "for I'm. sure I should never find them. Shall I call to them?" "Yes." V - So Goupart shouted that he gave np the game. "I give up!" he cried, at the top of his voice. "Come, Louis!" . , r He waited a few moments, expecting to be assailed with a burst of joking at his want of success. The smile was already on his face, and the exclamation with which to meet the hidden ones was upon his lips all ready for utterance. But no one came. "They could not heve heard," suggested St. Julien. ' "Ah," uttered Goupart, "they must have gone into the house." ' . . "So they have," said the father. "That's hardly fair. Tney ought to have spoken to us. But we'll find some way to pun ish thm." They then went into the house, but neither was there. "Why, It's funny isn't it, Goupart?" "It fa, Furely." "I'll start up some of the boya." And accordingly, half a dozen of the men were sent out in different parts of the enclosure to inform the hiders that the game was up. But they returned bootless. It was old Tony who announc ed that they couldn't be found. The marquis gazed upon Goupart, and Gou part gazed upon the marquis, and thus they stood for some moments. "Do you think any danger can have befallen them?" whispered the youth, with a trembling lip. "I don't think there could," returned the old man, nervously. "But we must search." In a very few moments the whole household was in alarm. The startling adventure with the Indians some time before had prepared the minds of the people for an easy access of fear, and as soon as it was known that Louis and Louise were not to be found, consterna tion was depicted upon every face. Huge bundles of pitch-wood were always kept in readiness to be used in case of. alarm at night, and some of these were lighted, and Boon the whole household were in the wide court. They divided at the barn, and in fifteen minutes they all met there again. But they had found nothing. Pale and trembling, the old man turn ed to the gate. It was locked, but the. bolts .were not shot. He called for the key. Tony had it, and the postern was soon flung open, and the torches flashed out upon the broad hillside back of the buildings. Suddenly a sharp, quick cry from old Tony startled the party, and quick as thought, Goupart was by his side. "What is it?" the latter asked. "See that foot!" the black man gasp ed, trembling like- an aspen. "What of it?" "It had no heel! It is the . print of a moccasin!" While the people were crowding about the spot, one of the women found an arrow, and in a moment more a mocca sin was picked up. "The Chlckasaws!" exclaimed Tony, as soon as he saw the moccasin. "O heavens!" gasped Brion St. Ju lien. And with a deep groan he stag gered back. But he quickly revived, for the thought of pursuit -came to him. .Gou part hastened the men to pursuit in wild, frantic tones. r Just as the great old clock' in tha hall told the hour of four in the morning, the party returned to the house, pale and fa tigued.' The first gray streaks of dawn were pencilling the eastern horizon as the marquis and Goupart stood in the sitting room. One of the women brought in a lamp, and the youth started when he saw how pale his host looked. And St. Ju lien started, too; for he looked Into his companion's face, and it looked terror- atrickesk even, to. ale They spoke not a word.- The old man moved forward and extended his hand, and on the next moment his head was pillowed upon Goupart's shoulder, and such deep, mighty sobs broke forth from his lips that it seemed as though his heart were rent in sunder. And one by one the eager servants came into that room, for they dared not yet trust them selves to sleep. They stood and witness ed the great grief of their loved master, and with one accord they wept with him. Truly that was a dark hour! (To be continued.) ' .,;'' i COULDN'T FOOL THESE GIRLS. They Had Heard of City Frauds and Were Wary. It was a brand-new and enterprising advertising dodge that caused these two young women to think they had been "bunkoed" and likely to get into difficulties. The "dodge" consisted in a 15-minute vaudeville performance which one of the big retail houses put on in a room in Its building to amuse customers and to make people talk about the store. The two young, women were from one of the suburbs of the city,, and on the lookout for traps and sharpers. Having finished their shopping they were in the elevator on their way out when the- elevator man called: "All out here to see the famous show!" , With the other passengers the two young women left the car, and found themselves In a little theater, says the New York Times. It was dimly light ed, had a small stage, a smaller orches tra and chairs in which a number of people had seated themselves. Sud denly an idea occurred to one of the young women. . "Helen," she whispered to her com panion, "this Is some trap that we hare fallen into. I know mamma told me of a similar case once. When she and papa were spending their honeymoon twenty-three years ago at Niagara Falls they went into a show that was all just as .this Is. ' On the outside there was a sign which said: 'Entrance Free.' All went well until it came to going out, when there was another sign, 'Exit $1.' That Is what this thing is, and I know It Let's get out before the show begins." They made at once for the door of the elevator shaft. "The show will be gin In an Instant," politely announced the attendant, at whom the young wo man looked scornfully. "You must think we are easy," said one of the girls, falling into slang to show that she was no ordinary proposi tion to be .dealt with. "We know this dodge, and have seen it before." Then both' went down to the street feeling sure that they had escaped one of the shrewd "dodges" of a great city. Paid the Freight. X "Your wife," remarked the old friend, "tells me yon are getting into society now." "No," replied the plain man, who bad to payfor his wife's ambitions, "society is getting - Into me."-Philadelphia Press. .: '''' . Dead ancestors are said to occupy too much of the areable land in China. Famines would be less frequent if the country was not one vast cemetery X i Winn i i !' i ! ; Runnin' Away. You've done it, I know . , yer hev! Most .f every youngster Gets his dander up reggeler, once in - ,y eo long; Gets to thiukin' the oP f folks is too domi , neerin', An' that he's in the - right an' his eld- - - ers is wrong. Seis he fig'gers that, ; round the ol' . place, he's consid ' i. ered 1 The smallest perta- ter, about, in the hill, Tells his pa an hia-ma they'd be power- rui sorry ? -Ef he run off an' left 'em an' reckons he will! Once I i tried it myself. Won't fergit it, : . I reckon! , Got to , threatening round I wuz gouv ter go. a . v " Thought 'twould frighten the folks into treatiu' me diffrunt Didn't hev no Intention of doin' it, though. I Got riled an' talked uppisfa an' peart. Never see 1 That father an' mother wuz kind an' unselfish, j An' a-wearin' their rlives out, a-workin fer me. I Well, father he called me ter where he was settin', An' smiled, kinder sober-like, into-my 1 face, " - An' sezi "Son, I'm sorry we can't seem 7 ter suit yer, An' yer wants ter leave mother an me au' the place. When you're ready, : though, boy, I won't make no. objections; Ef you're tired o'Jiome, I've .got. noth in' ter say. But yer needn't snenk off without tellin' - U8 ofit-r- J.-' i-. Cos I'll hitch up an' carry yer part .i-i.i..iiiinT-.r the t way, '.r-i&aiiinniM mucosa I dunno how it wuz,. but the way that he sed it " 1 ' Sorter took all the starch 'outer me, quicker'n scat; An' I tell yer, I didn't hev nothin'. par tic'lar ' - . Ter say about runnin' ' away, after that. i ' - I jest see how thunderin', ornery foolish I'd bin. An' I hope that ef ever again I get one er them (tantrums some fel ler!! be handy. Ter bring me up standin', as father did then. - - Farm and Home. How Early Sleds Were Hade. From history we jlearn that the boys in the time of George III. coasted on sleds made of a small board with beef bones as runners, ! but these dropped out of sight when an Inventive genius built one out of a barrel stave, for his Invention was extensively copied. The barrel stavea -was' called "Jumpers" and "skippers," and were made of , a single barrel stave of moderate width, to which; was nailed' a twelve-Inch seat-post about midships. A piece of barrel head constituted the seat. To navigate this craft required no little skill, the revolutions and convolutions performed by the rider while "gitin the hang f the denied thing" ' being akin to- the antics jot a tenderfoot on a bucking bronchcu l A more stable and docile jumper was made by fas tening two or three staves side by REMAINED. FIRM. Man Living Who Was Concerned in Strike Lasting; Forty Tears. "This investigation by Congress of the- local coal conditio as a result of the recent anthracite strike reminds me of the longest; strike of which I have ever heard or rather, I should say of which I have ever known," said R. H. Rawlins of Concord, N. H., at the New Willard the other day. A "Forty years ago,; when I was a boy. living In Concord, a man built a fac tory for the manufacture of sleds and wheelbarrows. It was a water power concern, and I think the : cost was about $20,000. When the forty em ployes had turned out about one hun dred wheelbarrows a difference of opinion arose between them and the boss. I cannot recall just what it was, but it was stated over and over In after years that it would have made a dif ference of less than a dollar a week on either side. The owner wouldn't give in and the men stood , firm, small as the matter was, 'and a strike took place perhaps the first in New Hamp shire. When the men walked out the owner told them they Miould go, but at the same time Informed them he wouid see the factory rot to the ground before he would give in. ' "The reply of the men was that they would starve before they would yield. and so the factory was closed up and the strike went on. A score 'of at tempts were made to , arbitrate, but Without avail. The owner grew old and gray and the hands died or dis persed, and five years ago, by personal investigation, I found that v only the owner and . one of the - strikers were left alive In Concord. . ;;; "Knowing . them both I had a talk with them about the btrike, and both I -"W! . Jit Little Stories and Incidents that Will Interest and Enter tain Young Readers i- .. .. .. i . .. .. n, n. .. ,. side, but these wera not considered as fast travelers as the single staves. Outing. Blackbirds and Kittens. The blackbirds have no confidence In the kitten; they regard neither her youth nor the season of the year, says a writer In Longman's Magazine.-, "A cat," they say, "is a cat, whether young or old, whether we have our bantlings to keep out of her clutches or whether we have only our own skins to protect!" Therefore they curse her, pursuing her with maledic tions wherever she goes. You may know at any moment exactly where she is, because blackbird pere and mere follow her up; and this spoils her stalking game, for naturally her sur prises do not come off while two spiteful, eharp-tongued persons are forever sitting or flitting over her head scolding, chiding, cursing, pillorying the poor thing until she must be sick to death of their voices. What a nuisance they must be! They will not even allow her to sleep peacefully In some sunny spot she has found and occupied, but plant them selves close by to keep her" awake with their maledictions. No wonder she rises presently, glares in their di rection for a moment with a cold eye, opens her mouth as though to say, something, shakes herself, and goes home In disgust. In the Wrong Place. Little Josephine gathered up her doll and playthings one day, and told her mother tha? she was going to visit her best friend, a dear old lady who dearly loved to see her. The mother only had time to call after her, "Be quiet and don't forget what you should say when you leave!" "No, mamma'," came a voice from the other side of the street, as the lit tle figure with doll's iegs hanging from her arms ran up to a big front door, and on tiptoe reached up to the big brass knocker. The friend opened the door, and lit tle Josephine, anxious to do her mam ma's bidding, stepped in and said. Goodafternoon, Mrs.; Adams! I have had a very pleasant visit, thank you." Then her mind was free, and Jose phine and her hostess had adellghtful time. Youth's Companion. Domestic Statistics. One of little Paul's sisters had been married only a few weeks when he was asked by a workman to whom he had been talking for quite a long time: "How many sisters have you?" "One married and two alive," was the amusing answer. A Thoughtless Boy. Three-year-old Paul's father was playing Santa Claus, and in reply to a question said, "I'll bring you an old broken horse or something. What do you think of that?" "I don't fink nuffin," replied Paul, "Cos what I finks is naughty."- Nothing to Betnrn. My little brother was crying for a pencil, and Father lent him one. At noon he asked my bnother to return It, and he replied: "Oh, Father, I have sharpened it all up." " . ' Reflected on Her Ancestry. Little Mary was fond of using big words she heard. One day she said, "I dess I's a doose" (goose). "Why," asked papa. "I dess I Inherited it." were still - firm. I was in Concord again a month ago, and the last of the strikers was dead. The owner was hobbling about the streets on crutches with only a few . months of life left. When I asked him If he Intended to start up the factory again, 'No,' , he said, 'being as I have been a fool for forty years, I am going to keep it up the rest of my, days.' "Washington Star. ' ". - -: - , Time Was No Object? ' A shrewd old . farmer named Uncle Harvey was approached by a bright, breezy young man who was selling in cubators. The Green Bag, which tells the story, says that the salesman gave Uncle Harvey the usual eloquent ar guments. There was not another such incubator to be found,' the prices were remarkably low, and so on. Uncle Harvey did not respond The young man talked himself out and made no impression. Finally he said, "You don't seem to appreciate tEese Incubators." "No," said Uncle Harvey. "But Just think of the time they will save!" ' - --. Uncle Harvey gave him one cold look' and said, "What do you suppose I care for a hen's time?" Explained "I was surprised te hear Bagsley, who so .cordially Jiates Smith, say the other night that. he would delight in inscribing a tribute to Smith that should last through posterity." "Nothing Inconsistent . about that. Bagsley makes a specialty of epitaphs." H. E. Warner, in Baltimore News. - Materials as Imports. One-half of the imports Into this country are of materials for manufac ture, r immmmm A Sam pine Bled. Manure may' be easily and quickly unloaded from a dump sled. An old bob sled with : an extra high bolster and an elevated cross piece built up from the race in front, works all" right. The box is fastened to the high bolster by means of eye bolts. It is fastened down to the front support with strong hook. With a little. practice, manure may be spread with this rig in winter, with very little fork work. For spreading, a block Is fastened to the runners be hind that stops the box at the proper angle to let the manure slide down and pay out slowly . as the team moves along. The angle must be different accord ing to- the kind of manure, the absorb- HANDY DUMPING SLED. ent used in the stable, and the amount of straw or other substance used for bedding. The driver can help, or hin der it with his fork as he drives along. L. G. Spencer,- In Farm and Home. Cows with a Cough. There is always considerable com plaint during the winter months about the cows being troubled with a cough. While there is always a possibility that this cough-may .mean tuberculo- ais, it is- well to have, the animal test- edv with tuberculin, to ascertain If she has this difficulty. If it is found that her lungs are in good condition it will be safe to assume that ventilation and food need changing. Lack of ventila tion may be the trouble or there may be too free draughts through the barn. The temperature fpr cows should be about 55 degrees at night, with enough ventilation to have a current of fresh air, but not a draught.. Then It may be that too much dusty food is being given, which may be readily overcome by wetting all of the food, including the hay. If these remedies are ap plied the cough will leave the animal, provided her lungs are not affected. Most barns : for cattle are kept too warm or too cold.' There Is a great difference between a comfortable barn and an over-heated one. All that is necessary to do Is to keep out the draughts and give good ventilation and any well-built .barn will be entire- I 1 n L-11 T T 11 1J I iy comiuruiuie lur biuch.. uiumiuiiiuua News. ' - ... Making Snow Paths. , Good winter walks about the farm buildings are as important as good summer walks. A bandy plow for the snow Is shown herewith, the construc tion being plainly shown in the cut. The center board, it will be noticed, runs lower than the sides.- This keeps the plow from running first to one! side and then to the other. The flar ing top boards greatly assist in making a clean-cut path. John Dibble, In Farm and Home. Cost and Besnlts of Potato Spraying. Spraying, with bordeaux mixture to prevent potato blight is common and successful In the Aroostook district Growers In the Michigan potato belt are beginning to" believe that they must also spray. One of them who has tried it writes that the cost was about $12 per acre, and the result was seen in the prolonging of the season of growth. Untreated rows had died down early in September, while the treated ones continued to remain green nearly a month later. Another Michi gan grower, Harold Jones, of Leeds County, also tried spraying, and found the cost to be below this estimate. Comparing his yield with those of his neighbors, who harvested from nothing to two hundred bushels per acre, Mr. Jones considers the practice profitable. Writing of his successful potato crop, H. P. West, Fayetteville, Wis., rec ommends for potato scab half a tea spoonful of sulphur planted with each piece of seed potato. New England Farmer. , " Creamery Versus Dairy. . ; - One bf the advantages of the cream ery oyer the dairy Is the making of butter on a large scale, which con duces to a greater uniformity of prod uct, says an exchange. Where a cream- HOME-MADE SNOW PLOW. ery gets a good reputation for a nice and uniform quality of goods In any quantity and style of package there is an advantage -to both manufacturers and dealers in .disposing of them with out the necessity of personal inspec tion. . Farming by Steam. In Pearson's is an Interesting article by D. A. Willey, "Farming by Steam," in which is described some of the re markable machinery used in modern farming. One of the most useful ma chines is the : great traction engine, used in the place of horse-power. In California the new steam "tractors," as the engines are called, .are finding high favor. ' Of course, small steam engines have long been in use all the world over to haul farm machinery along the coun try highways, to operate threshing machines and now and again' for ploughing purposes, when the engine winds in a cable attached to the plough, and so draws the plough across the field. But the Western trac tor does far more important work, and " Is quite a different type. In the first place, note its hugeness. The machin- ; ery Is supported on three great wheels. having tires five or six feet In width. so that they appear like enormous bar rels of steeL On either side a huge sprocket chain encircles the wheels, with links made of steel a foot, long and an inch thick, each tested to with stand a pull of 250 tons. Every detail is on a .similar scale of hugeness and strength. In its wide tires lies one of the se crets of the tractor's strength. They. gain such a grip on the surface, no matter how sandy or how soft the field or road may be, that they exert an enormous tractive force, and the wheels cannot slip under the heaviest load. 4 Handy Sawbnck. -For sawing limbs and poles' light enough .to handle and yet too heavy to saw- with a bucksaw I ' have used a sawbuck about four feet long made upon the plan of connecting two horses with three cross rods. We had worn out two In the last dozen years, and "about a month ago I built a combina tion buck which was convenient for both crosscut and buck sawing. It Is shown In the figure. It is made of 2 by 4 oak scantling halved together, and the two nearest X's are 1 only, twelve Inches apart from outside to outside. Our range takes wood seven teen inches long,! and I put the- sup ports near enough together so that I CONVENIENT SAWBUCK. can saw outside the end and not have the saw pinch. This would be Incon venient, and the buck would tip end wise if it were not for the third X, which gives support to long stlcks.and makps buck sawing much pleasanter, as much of the fatigue in this kind of work comes from keeping In place the sticks that are being sawed. Cor Ohio Farmer. Farm Notes. ' It has long been known that heavily stocking an old garden with red clover, .. allowing it to remain two years with- -out plowing, will bring the soil back to ' its fertility and vigor. . - Asparagus is greatly benefited by air, which should be given Whenever the state of the weather and the atmos phere of the frame permits. At night preserve an equable temperature by covering up the frames with litter. . In transplanting trees all the roots which may have become bruised or broken in the process of lifting should be cut clean away behind the broken part, as they then more readily strike out new roots from the cut parts. In all such cases the cut should be a clean, sloping one, and made In' an upward and outward 'direction. Much working, and especially a sec ond working, Is Injurious, destroying as It does the natural grain of the butter, giving It a green, salvy con sistency. The aim in packing Is to exclude air and light. Covering with brine Is the only sure method of ex- ' eluding air. Store in a sweet,' cool place, where an even temperature can be maintained somewhat below CO de grees. Milk absorbs odor from the moment . it is drawn from the cow until the time It Is churned. Whenever milk reaches the temperature of . one hun dred It Is claimed to be In an active state ' of , decomposition. But . while milk is easily affected by outside In fluences, the adherence to strict rules of. cleanliness will greatly aid the dairyman to avoid the changes that . often occur. Cooling .the milk renders the germs inactive and prevents de composition for a while, but It should not be overlooked that milk" absorbs odors very rapidly when cool. Ex posure to odors, gases or volatile mat ter of , any kind sliould, therefore, be avoided and every utensil used La the dairy should be scalded with boiling water and thoroughly scoured. t. i , ii i i! a .if J! it . :j' ; it: 4 U v ii i V, ' '- :? V. ; " s i