ITHE Etang de Berre 1 a huge
II inland sea In the South ot
1 1 France, 24 miles west of Mar
l sellles. It Is only separated
from the Mediterranean by
bout four miles of low-lying land,
Pierced by a sluggish stream. Where
this stream leaves the lake, in its
southwesterly corner, stands Les Mar
tlgues. practically tour small towns,
one on either shore of the stream and
two on islands In the channel Al
together it Is a town of 6,200 Inhabi
tants, who seem mostly to be fisher
men. Fishing on the lake, in the
most picturesque lateen-rigged boats,
and the making of fishing nets are
the chief Industries.
The town of Martlgues Is spoken
of as the "French Venice," writes W.
J. Clutterbuck in Country Life, for
the old, colorwashed houses are built
at the very edge of the waterways,
and most of the traffic Is by boat.
There the resemblance naturally
ends, however, for there are no mag
nificent churches or stately palaces
to be reflected In the waters below
them. Two fine churches there are,
of which the people may well be
proud, but It is to the Irregular old
houses, the crazy boats, the great tri
angular sails and the piles of brown
and red fishing nets that the little
towns owe their popularity with
painters of many countries. It re
quires no small amount of enthusi
asm and determination to reach Les
Martlgues, as the Journey from Mar
sellles Is slow and tedious, and car
rles one through an arid and unprom
ising country of low, treeless, lime
stone hills. When the shores of the
great lake, the Etang de Berre, are
reached and the little train puffs cau
tiously along Its margin, one feels,
Indeed, far from the busy world In a
strange, wild region, where only wa
ter, sky, wind and birds can Interest
one, with Just a faint indication of
distant shores, which cannot be
reached without much tribulation. At
t.
SCENE IIS
one hour a limpid, opal sea, Idle
clouds reflected and distant sails
scarcely filling with the light air; at
the next how tragically changed can
all the scene become such angry
waves, such lowering skies and our
poor fishing fleet running at Its swift
est pace for home and safety.
Dangerous to Navlgats.
Being so near the Gulf of Lyons,
and very large and shallow, the Etang
is dangerous to navigate, and many
a day, promising In its aspect to the
strangor, you will see the Martlgues
fishermen Idling, smoking, chatting,
quarreling, but not venturing forth on
those deceptive waters, whence many
a brave boat's crew has not returned.
Very honest, friendly people are
these dwellers on the edge ot the wa
ters, as unlike as possible from their
"progressive" cousins at Marseilles.
Though the male population often
Idles through the days, perhaps from
prudence, perhaps from preference
who can tell? for they are
southerners entirely we must not
forget that they are constantly afloat
all night, fishing till early morn.
When the boats, ladon with a good
catch, touch the quayside comes the
turn ot the energetic women and girls
of the town. Then begins the count
ing, weighing, selling, packing, the
shouting, the bargaining and all the
buBtle of a successful day. The wom
en always seem busy, as endless re
pairs to nets have to be quickly made,
and new ones are always wanted, and
all this work is carried on, whenever
possible, in the open air on the nar
row shores of the lake.
We heard that the Etang de Berre
li the only place in Europe where
Esters of Locusts,
While the locust (just now ot news
Interest) is essentially a plant de
vourer and famine brlnger, there are
many well authenticated cases in his
tory showing that populations reduced
to the last extremity have utilized the
destructive Insect as food. Dlodorus
filculus relates that an Ethoplan tribe
was known as AcrldophagI ("eaters ot
locusts"), while Aristotle writes of a
certain part of Greece where the peo
ple regarded them as delicacies. Lay
ard, the explorer, found on the en
graved monuments pictures ot dried
and preserved locusts on rods, pre
sumably indicating their use as food.
It is not believed that any race today
eats them. They are regarded every
where in the East as an abhorrent
calamity and the presence of vast
swarms in Palestine this spring is held
to be a forerunner ot complete crop
failure, both of fruits and cereals.
Christian Herald.
Would Consider.
A sporting member of parliament,
who knew more about the race course
than the house, was once asked, out
1- ft f 1."f '
flamingoes breed, and dearly would
we have liked to see some of them,
but perhaps owing to the "mistral,"
which blew mercilessly during our
stay of a fortnight at Martlgues, we
never saw one, and no doubt they
had wisely hidden themselves In the
reeds for shelter.
Wind Is the bete nolr of Martlgues
(lying between the devil of the Gulf
of Lyons and the shallow Inland sea),
wind which almost lifts one over the
parapets of the bridges, which quite
removes one's hat and temper, but
gives some humorous human silhou
ettes. We grieved for the white tulle
veils, the white wreaths of the shiv
ering little white girls, who were per
forming, during this trying spring
weather, their fortnight's visiting
tour, seeming obligatory to good Mar
tlgues Catholics after the premier
communion.
The little brothers, In correct black
suits, with white gloves, were . com
paratively protected from the ele
ments, and the happy grown-ups were
wrapped In coats and cloaks; only
the dear little white girls suffered
pour etre belle, and In order to show
their Innocent finery to every grand
ma, aunt, cousin and friend In the
neighborhood.
SOME FACTS AS TO COLORS
Good Reason for the Objection, That
Is So Popular, About Dad Odor
of Yellow.
A certain significance has always
attached to the different colors. We
see the usually accepted meaning of
the various hues of the rainbow beau
tifully exemplified In the paintings
of the Italian masters, who draped
their Madonnas In blue and In red, to
signify purity and love.
Blue purity was without a doubt
derived from the color of the heav
ens, and red love from the color of
MARTIQUES
the flame. Purple, a mixture of red
and blue, since time Immemorial, was
the Insignia of royalty, and green
was and Is the color of envy. What
a "yellow streak" means needs hardly
be explained. It remains to be seen
how yellow came to be In bad odor.
In all nature, particularly In tropi
cal countries, it is a notorious fact
that the brightly colored flowers and
Insects are poisonous or lll-tastlng,
or both. Oftener than not these
brightly huod poison-plants are yel
low. It is the color of belladonna, of
many particularly malignant toad
stools and of Innumerable Insects
whose bite Is dangerous.
The salamander, obnoxious to the
noBe, Is streaked with yellow. This
curious animal possesses glands
which excrete a secretion which be
comes enormously large when the
glands are subjected to Intense heat.
In this way the salamander can sus
tain life in the open fire during an
unbelievably long period.
We see that the figurative Bense In
which we use the expression, "yellow
Btreak," Is founded on solid facta In
natural history, where the "bad
odor" Is an actual thing.
Adroit Flattery.
"Whenever a man expresses an
opinion you Invariably start In by dis
agreeing with him."
"That's where I show my diplo
macy," replied Mr. Truckleton. "I be
gin by disagreeing with him so that
he can have the pleasure of convinc
ing me."
A good old friend One we haven't
seen much ot for a long time.
of pure mischief, by one of his constit
uents if he would vote for the aboli
tion of the decalogue. In vain the
questioned one tried to solve In his
mind what the object referred to was,
as to him the decalogue might be any
thing from a reglum donum grant to
a settlement In the Straits ot Malacca;
but falling In this, and In order to sus
tain his own consistency, he replied:
"I won't pledge myself, but I'll give
it my consideration."
Dried Apples Popular.
The drying of apples has become one
of the great Industries of the day, and
people who live on the farms and In
villages and towns are Just as enthu
siastic about thj prospect ot apple
pies and sauce from dried fruit as are
the people living In closely segregated
sections ot our large cities.
A Monotonous Life.
"I presume time passes very slowly
in prison, doesn't It, my good man?"
"Yes, ma'am. And the visiting
hours when we have to answer every
body's questions are especially mo
notonous." Detroit Free Press,
FATE'S I FAGE
Sylvia Discovered When She
Saw It That It Was Joy.
By JEAN OICKERSON.
(Copyright, 1915. by the McClure Newspa
per Syndicate.)
Sylvia Lawton pinned on her straw
hat and counting the rapidly dimin
ishing contents of her little beaded
purse, she left the dingy hall bedroom
and sought the nearest dairy lunch.
Ever since she had lost her position
as bookkeeper with the large Import
ing house which had crashed to ruin
with many other business failures of
the season, Sylvia bad sought in vain
for another position. There was no
one at home to whom she might ap
peal for help; Aunt Susan, her only
relative had her stout heart aid
hands full bringing up a family of
healthy boys and girls. Sylvia could
not add to their burdens and yet,
what could she do?
All morning Sylvia had personally
answered advertisements culled from
first editions of the newspapers. She
was tired and disheartened.
When her meager lunch was over
she left the restaurant and walked
toward the brilliant avenue which
threads the duller cross streets. At
the corner hung the sign of a well
known art gallery. There was an
exhibtlon going on and Sylvia's
beauty-loving soul, craving some
thing beyond the sordidness ot her
workaday life,, prompted her to push
open the plate glass doors and enter.
There were few visitors at this hour
and the girl gowned in shabby blue
serge had the rooms to herself, save
for the watchful presence of scattered
attendants.
For an hour Sylvia revelod In the
beauty that was spread on the walls.
A catalogue gave bits of Information
concerning many of the paintings.
There was one by an old master,
whoso history wns world-renowned.
It's pres3nce in the gallery was a
nine day's wonder. .
Beyond this picture was another
that held the girl entranced by its
suggestion of mystery. It was called
"Fato's Face," and depicted the
shrouded form of a woman with two
faceB. One faco, turned away, was
closely veiled; the other, darkly
beautiful, looked out with sorrowful,
tragic eyes.
"I wondor what is beneath the other
veil?" thought Sylvia. "I would like
to see Fato's other faco! This one
oppresses me with its woe as if it
predicted what might happen to me."
Overcome with sudden dread of the
uncertain future, Sylvia sank down
on a cushioned bench and covered her
eyes with her fingers.
So absoorbed was she in the harrow
ing cares that beset her that she did
not hear quiet footsteps on the pol
ished floor. Stops that hesitated as
they neared her seat and then went
forward to look at the picture of
"Fate's Faco."
Presently a man's cultivated voice,
filled with concern, fell upon her ear.
"Pardon me, I am afraid you are
111."
Sylvia's hands dropped and recover
ing herself with a great effort, she
smiled through the mist ot tears in
her blue eyeB.
'Thank you, I am quite well I was
only thinking." She arose an would
have moved away, but he put out a
hand to stay her.
"Do not let me disturb you," he
said courteously. "I am going now.
Have you seen this picture by Ruf
ton Tuo Old Peddler?"
Sylvia nodded toward the master
piece. "Oh, yes; but this one, Fate's
Face, attracted mo I waa wondering
what Fate's other face looked like
the veiled countenance, you know."
"It Is rather tantalizing not to
know," he murmured. "I have heard
that the nrtiet could not find a model
who embodied his idoal of Fate's other
face, and so ho volled it. Sort of a
surrender to Fnto, eh?" He laughed
ploasantly.
Sylvia glanced at her catalogue for
the namo of the artist. "August
Everett Palmer," she read. "Why,"
she added with a delighted laugh, "ho
painted a Salon plcturo last year
Lovo's Cowardice!"
"You know his Vork, then," re
marked her now acquaintance, with
a quick look from his dark, bright
eyos.
"1 am not a patron of the arts,"
blushed Sylvia with her own mirth
ful laugh. "I love good pictures and
the Sunday newspaper supplements
are a great boon to poor art lovers."
At the moment an attendant ap
proached Sylvia's companion. "Mr.
Chlsholm would Ilka to see you beforo
you go, Mr. Palmer," said the man.
"Very well," said Palmer turning
back to Sylvln. He surprised a min
gled look ot fright and awe on her
lovely face.
"You you aro August Everett Pal
mer?" gasped Sylvia.
"Yes," ho smiled down at her.
"Then, you should know Fate's
other faco tell me. please, do tell
mo what was your Ideal?"
Palmer's strong face grow dreamy-
eyed and abstracted. Ho was looking
nt the veiled faco of the picture as If
bo would paint in its features with
glowltij words.
"My idoal? It was the opposite of
that tragic face. How often do wo
believe that Fate Is turning a harsh,
forbidding countenance toward us
whou, eftor all, she turns her other
face and wo discover It to be the
fnce cf love and happiness reallicd
Idoali mingled tears and laughter
and hope always hope shinning
through the tears. That was my
Idoal tid I could not find a model
who would fill that part. So I veiled
I'ie face and doclOod that I must
wait."
'How strange'" murmured Sylvia
tkftr.ghlftlly. "And havo you never
yet found a nioill for Fate's other
facer
"Not until thh morning."
"Ah, and whaa it is painted I shall
omo here and rco It," said the girl.
"Oh, I hoo you will hurry!" gho
added lisrA''siely.
Tb ne.'.Hw laughed rather ruoful-
'I ba touid tta ideal race for my
picture but I am afraid that the young
lady would not consent to pose for
me you see, I saw her quite by
chance in the gallery here, and it
would be presumptous of me to In
quire of her."
There was no mistaking his mean
ing. Sylvia blushed hotly, but her
tone was quite cool.
"Do you mean me, Mr. Palmer?"
"Yes," he said frankly.
"You really believe that I could
come near your your Ideal for Fate's
other face?" asked Sylvia incredulous
ly. "Yes, If you would be so conde
scending," he said eagerly. "It would be
an Inspiration, you know. If you
would pose for mo, my sister, Mrs.
Packard, will call upon you and make
arrangements."
"I will come," decided Sylvia, and
August Everett Palmer noted her
name, and address In a little book.
Then he lifted his hat and went away.
Sylvia spent another hour In the
gallery, then she returned to the hall
bedroom to freshen her best blouse
In order to meet her expected caller.
Mrs. Packard came the next morn
ing. Sylvia, receiving her in the
chilly boarding house parlor, thought
she bloomed like some great pink
full blown rose in that shabby ex
terior. Mr. Palmer's sister was very
plump, well gowned, and of charming
manners. Sylvia liked hpr at once
and when she had told her simple
story Mrs. Parkard's brown eyes
filled with tears and she patted the
girl's slender hand.
"It's a happy coincidence," she said,
her round pink face aglow with
sympathy. "Here is poor August mop
ing because he can't find a suitable
model to whom he can pay two dol
lars an hour and hero you are! Now,
can you come to-morrow morning at
ten?"
Sylvia could and would, and she
peeped through the parlor bllndB and
saw Mr. Packard enter a handsome
limousine and vanish.
At supper that night the gorgon
eyed landlady passed the baked beans
twice to Sylvia and the plated silver
basket of ginger cookies came her
way three times instead of the cus
tomary once.
"Gee, I wish I had autermoblle com
pany!" giggled Miss Nefus, the little
German milliner.
Sylvia blushed and forgot to eat
her cake. She was quite happy at the
prospect of the morrow.
It was like being in a romance
a story book heroine might have had
such an adventure as hers. She was
afraid that Bhe would awake in the
morning and find it a dream.
But there was proof with the sight
of Mrs. Packard's card on her bureau.
Promptly at ten o'clock a smartly
attired maid ushered Sylvia into Mrs.
Packard's drawing-room. That good
natured matron panted up three long
flights of stairs and admitted Sylvia
to August Palmer's studio, a luxurious
room on the roof of the uptown man
sion. "Hero is Fate's other face!"
laughed Mrs. Packard, as Bhe, sank
Into a comfortable chair.
Then began one of the most de
lightful periods of Sylvia's existence.
To stand and watch, starry-eyed, Pal
mer's deft fingers as they transferred
her face to canvas was a pleasure.
To feel once more Independent as she
went home each day with four dol
lars In her pocket. The little bead
purse grew plethorically fat in those
days; the landlady forgot to frown
upon her; and there was the vision
of a new cloth suit that she coveted.
At last the sittings were over, and
Mrs. Packard found a secretarial posi
tion for Sylvia with a society friend
who was overburdened with corres
pondence and kindred cares. She
went to live in the home of her new
employer, and here she occasionally
saw Mrs. Packard as well as August
Palmer.
Perhaps Mrs. Packard recognized
that her brother had fallen in love
with the lovely model for Fate's other
face, for she spared no pains to bring
the young people together, and when
August had put the important ques
tion to Sylvia, and had received Syl
via's shy, happy answer, it was Mrs.
Packard who enfolded both of them
in a generous sisterly embrace.
Later, when August told Sylvia that
the completed picture was to be
placed on view the next day, she
pressed her glowing face against the
lapel of his coat.
"I have really seen Fate's other face
and It la Joy!" she whispered.
"It is love!" corrected August ten
dqrly, "and It comes to all In God's
good time.
Cacti Study Bearing Fruit
The exhaustive study of cacti which
Doctor Brltton and Doctor Rose have
been carrying out for the Carnegie In
stitution has now reached the point
where the descriptive accounts ot most
of the general and a majority of the
North American species, including
those ot Central America and the West
Indies, have been drawn up. Doctor
Robo spent several months last year
collecting cacti in western South
America, and this year he expects to
carry out a similar undertaking In
eastern South America. Doctor Brit
ton's field work last year Included ex
tensive studies in Porto Rico and ad
jacent islands.
Perfect Red Paint.
All sorts of weather conditions
failed to cause any preceptible fading
of a new brand ot red paint which
was applied to Fire Island Light Ves
sel, New York, in June 1914, and was
exposed to the elements for ten
months, during which the craft was
continuously on station. The bureau
of lighthouse reports that the paint
showed up a bright red at the end of
that period and gave the vessel a very
conspicuous and neat appearance.
Quite Consistent.
"Dick declared to me that he could
not endure frivolous girls, and see
how he dangles after any wax doll!"
"Well, he professed to like the cere
ous kind, didn't he?"
Hard Cash.
Griggs I understand he married a
cool million.
Erigga Yes, but he's complaining
now because he hasn't been able to
thaw any ot It out
JSIAN D sn
8 A Misery
THE CATHEDRAL,
HAITI and Santo-Domingo share
Jointly an iBland comprising
roughly about 28,000 square
miles, and having a total pop
ulation of nearly 2,000,000.
Haiti baa nearly the population of
Santo Domingo, but only a little more
than half Its area.
For 100 years Haiti and for half
that period Santo Domingo have been
a cause of continual anxiety to the
United-States. Since .gaining, their
Independence both have been In a
state of constant upheaval and blood
shed as a result of a practically un
broken succession of revolutions.
The story of Haiti is a story of mis
ery. The characters are childish ne
groes, who play at dignity, spill blood
and do no work. In natural advan
tages, Haiti is a land of fertile opu
lence, but what is human there is de
based and wretched.
A race of simple children pretend
there at being kings and emperors and
pr sidents. All to themselves, they
possess a part of a wonderful Island,
where once they were slaves. They
had the entire island at first, but their
quarreling gashed an ugly frontier
across, marking off Santo Domingo,
and now the sets of warring factions
are multiplied.
The fairy country of richly wooded
hills, where these children play at gov
ernment, Is a land ot palms, a land ot
dreams and indolence. The people ot
the Island own lazy Africa for a moth
er. They are the creatures of dalli
ance, they are good-natured, and quick
to laugh, showing their white teeth
and the whites of their eyes.
But they also have the thoughtless
cruelty of children. In spite of their
natural slothfulness they rage under
their tropic sun with the energy of
bloodthirsty beasts, wrecking their
flowery paradise. They suspect the
white man, fearing a return to slavery,
and they carry on constant political
feuds with each other. On all sides
7J1
STREET SCENE. IN
are evidences of suspicion and hatred.
The Island is a land of decay.
The boards ot the houses are cracked
and rotting. There are negroes in
rags everywhere, lazily shuffling
about, doing nothing. What is pic
turesque is of dirt. There is no na
tional dresB, no distinctive local color.
The Impression one gets Is ot a
"coon hollow," such as the slums ot
our southern cities might offer. But
the lightheadedness of our own dar
kles is missing. One feels that the
Bpirit has been taken out of these
Haitians. The sun glares bright and
hot, yet there is a heavy cloud that
depresses. When voices are raised,
they are rarely mirthful, but high
strung, quarrelsome. In a peevish
strain.
Not Far From Savagery.
Without the white man, the blacks
have been sinking gradually to their
original savagery of the African jun-
"Great Man" of England.
The great, tat man ot England,
Daniel Lambert, was .born in St. Mar
garet, Leicester, on March 13, 1770,
and died in Stamford, on June 21,
1S09. He was 6 feet 11 inches in
height, and at the age of twenty-three
weighed 448 pounds. He constantly
increased in flesh until the time ot his
last Illness, when he weighed 73a
pounds. Around the thigh he meas
ured 37 Inches, and 9 feet 4 inches
around the body. His coffin was 6
feet 4 inches in length, with the ex
traordinary width of 4 feet 4 inches,
and 2 feet 4 inches in depth. A win
dow and part ot the wall ot the house
had to be taken out to allow its exit
A gradual slope was made In the
earth leading to the grave, so that
the coffin could be permitted to de
scend on rollers to its final resting
place.
Fish Statistics.
Some Interesting fishery statiBtlcs
relating to the seas west ot Norway
were presented in a lecture by Dr.
John HJort, the well-known Norwegian
fishery expert The work ot tagging
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gle. Their- enlightenment, such, as
there Is of It Is only Imitative. For
instance, an election is but the old
tribal war cry, attended by scenes ot
violence. Negroes fell heir to magnifi
cent plantations after the expulsion of
their French masters. But they show
a poor accounting for their steward
ship. They have squandered their
subsistence in civil war and the lux
ury of sluggish ease. A family here
and there camps In the wilderness, liv
ing on coffee that grows wild, picking
the fruits on every side, and perhaps
growing a few yams. Should a man
aspire to what he could call a farm, he
would have to leave it for military
service, or perhaps see It ruined by
ravaging hordes ot armed politicians.
Consequently, the vast natural re
sources of the country are not ex
ploited. The Island has been called
the richest of all the West Indies.
Anything that is planted will grow
and yield crop after crop the same
year. The hills are covered with for
ests of fine wood, practically un
touched. Cotton might one day mean
great wealth for Haiti, but its an
nual export now does not exceed a
few thousand tons.
White Man's Influence Resented.
But should a foreigner attempt any
thing for the development or uplifting
of Haiti, he is fretted by obstacles at
every turn. The negroes have wanted
nothing of the white man. They are
abaurdly jealous, absurdly suspicious.
The cost of the white man's absence
is misery, but Haiti chooses to pay it.
A fair-sized transport, circling the
coast, could take away every foreign
er in the country. They number scarce
ly BOO, mostly Germans. The negroes
number about a million and a half.
At every turn, the traveler Is re
minded of primeval Bavagery. One
need only see the stevedores, at Port
au Prince, pounce upon the bones that
are thrown down to them by sailors.
They are naked to the waist, and
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their black bodies glisten as they tum
ble over one another in their barges,
lighting and scratching, trying to get
at a bone. Their screeching Is hid
eous, and when one of them clutches
the prize and tears the flesh with his
teeth, until another snatches It away,
one thinks with disgust of unclean
beasts.
Perhaps one Haitian in twenty can
read and write. The educational sys
tem Is a farce. Yet, the inhabitants
are usually devout. If a village is on
fire (one of the pleasing pastimes of
warring factions), the negroes will
leave their huts to burn and toll fran
tically to save the church.
The lack of public works is pitia
ble. Naked children, and grown ones,
too, loll like swine in the ditch water
of the public Btreets. The only elec
tric lighting In the country Is that in
the president's palace. In all Haiti
there Is not an illuminated street
fish, setting them free, and recording
the time and place of subsequent cap
ture has now been in progress for a
number of years and has given most
valuable Information as to the migra
tion of fiah and as to the ratio of the
catch of any given year to the total
number of fish available. This ratio
is about 1 to 10 in the case of the
common food fishes. Attention has
also been paid to the age and growth
of fishes, as Indicated by annual rings
on their Bcales, and it has been
learned, among other things, that fish
make faster growth in some years
than in others, regardless of their in.
dividual ages.
Just What She Wanted.
The much-traveled young man had
just returned from foreign climes, and
of courae he must entertain his rich
old aunt (with whom he was in favor)
with stories of the wonderful sights
he had seen. "Yes," he said. In the
course of his remarks, "there are some
spectacles that can never be forgot
ten." "Dear me," exclaimed the absent-minded
old lady; "1 do wish you
would get me A pair ot them, John,'
TURKEY RAISING PAYS
Fowls Have Proved of Benefit to
Growing Crops.
City Buyers Are Willing to Pay Fancy
Prices for Birds Provided They
Come Direct From Farm, Free
From Disease.
(By M. E. WHITLOCK.)
It has been said against turkeys
that they are destructive to crops, but
in the writer's experience, they have,
instead, proved a benefit to growing
crops of hay or grain; they are in
search of Insects, not green food.
As soon as, or before, the hens show
an Inclination to seek for nests in the
spring a sufficient number of barrels
or large boxea should be placed where
they can find them, preferably on the
ground so that the hen may walk into
the nest; if she has to jump down
into the barrel or box the chances are
some eggs will be broken. Seclude
these boxes or barrels by partly cov
ering them with brush or straw. After
the hen begins to lay, remove the eggs
each day, placing one or two hens'
eggs in their place.
If the hen lays more than fifteen
eggs, give all over that number to a
chicken hen, but when the eggs are
hatched, give all to the turkey hen.
After the hen has been set Bhut her
In safely from anything that might
harm her, but let her off the nest each
morning very early, shutting her in
again when she returns.
Some claim that the chicken hen
makes the best mother, but It those
who claim this will notice when feed
ing young turkeys with a chicken hen, '
they will see that often the turkeys
will, after eating a few mouthfuls, go
off In search of an Insect until called
back by their unnatural mother and
encouraged to stuff themselves with
unnatural food.
They do not wish to eat much at one
time and when being fed, should, at
the same time, be supplied with wa
ter; but when allowed to roam they
do' very well If watered night and
morning, but, If they come in from
the field during the day it is because
they want water.
Nature has taught them to eat in
sects almost exclusively when young,
while the same teacher Instructs the
turkey hen to take her brood where
such food is abundant, allowing them
to secure It for themselves.
The hen scarcely ceases her watch
long enough to secure the necessary
food to sustain herself, for she seems
always to have her head in the air to
see that the coast is clear.
The turkey crop hatched previous
to June 1 should attain good growth
by the last of November, the cock ,
birds reaching ten to twelve pounds.
The turkey is not fully matured
Young Bronze Turkey,
until two years of age, and In hh
prime at three years, and nearly as
good at four years old. It is, there
fore, a mistake to sell off all tho older
birds and retain the young ones for
breeding purposes.
Young turkeys are of a delicate
nature until they are fully feathered
and have thrown out a red on their
heads, which usually occurs at about
three months of age. After that they
are hardy, and may be allowed un
limited range at all times.
To fatten turkeys for market they
should be confined in pens of about
ten feet square and from six to eight
birds to the pen. The quarters must
be warm and dry, and the birds must
be protected from the rains and storm.
A good fattening food is a mash of
two parts bran and Bhorts, one-fourth
ground wheat, mixed with a little
water. Whole corn and wheat is also
an excellent fattener, and they may be
given as much of this as they will eat.
A little beef fat, finely chopped, given
once or twice a weeK, is relished and
has a good effect. Skim milk should
be kept before the birds always.
Turkey raising can be made a very
profitable business, particularly in the
West, where all kinds of grain grow at
small cost.
It will pay well it only the regular
markets are used, but If a private
trade is worked up, which Is eaaily
done in any part of the country to
day, the profits can easily be increased
from 25 to 60 per cent.
Molasses to Dairy Cows.
When molasses Is fed to dairy cows,
It is usually preferable to mix it with
the grain feeds in the feed cart; the
molasses being poured over the mixed
grain feed and the mass then worked
over thoroughly with the shovel or a
fork, until all the particles have a mo
lasses coating. Diluting the molasses
with an equal amount of water will
make the mixing easier.
Winter Dairying Pays.
Winter dairying pays when the
dairyman makes it pay, but if he is
indifferent and careless and nllr
his cattle to shift for themselves, he
will find that it is not a very profit
able line of work.
Details Count.
The hog business Is one nf mimpiv
ous small details. Each of these must;
be attended to If the financial return
are to be what they should.
Winter Feed for Poultry.
Jack rabbits make fine feed for nnul.
try In winter, but can hardly ba had,
regularly, and dally feeds of ftntm.il
food it essential for laying hens.