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The Millheim Journal,
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Penn St.,nearHartman's foundry.
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VOL. 60.
The Squire's Apples.
'Such pretty apples!' crlel Linnet
Dessoir, ecstatically. 'With red cheeks,
just as if a fairy pencil had painted
them, and delicious, bloomy streaks
here and there ! 1 should like to copy
them on a plaque or a pannel or some*
thing, if only one conld tie sure of re
producing those delicate tints of rose
and white !'
'Well, I declare said Hose llebron,
the country cousin, whom she was vis
iting, laughing with a merry, thrush
like laugh, as the two girls sat on a
moss-enameled boulder under the
boughs of the lady-apple-tree, with
here and there a yellow leaf fluttering
dreamily down at their feet. 'Who
would dream of such a poetical de
scription applying to the apples that
grow iu Squire Sandford's orchaid ?'
'Wasn't it good of him to allow us
to gather them ?' said Linuet, trim
ming tiie side-leatlets off a lovely
branch of yellow goldeu rod.
'I shall not believe that they are ab
solutely ours though,' declared Rose,
'until I see them iu the old apple bin
at home.'
'Why not ?'
'Oh, Squire Cedric is eccentric !'
Rose answered, carelessly.
'Cedric ? Is that his name ?'
'Yes. Isn't it au odd relic of the
Saxton times ?' laughed Rose.
'lt's a very romantic name,' remark
ed Lionet, wrinkling her brows in
pretty consideration of the epithet.
'He isn't romantic,' observed Rose.
'lsu't he ? But why uot ?'
'He's so odd ! Thirty, at least 1'
Rose responded, with au emphatic nod
of the head.
•Horrid ogre 1' said Linnet, who was
in her seventeenth year. 'Come,Rosey,
let's go home. I'm as hungry as a can
nibal ! Gathering apples is such hard
work !'
She skipped ahead, with her yellow
tresses floating behind, like stray
strauds of sunshine, and her white
dress rustling over the drifts of per
fumed leaves that carpeted the path.
Rose followed, with affectionate eyes
of admiration.
'What is the difference between me
and Liunet ?' she asked berself. 'My
dress is white also ; my hair is as gold
en as hers. Why is it that she is like
a dancing sprite—l, a plodding human
being ?'
Poor little Rosy ! She did not realize
that Linnet Dessoir had grown up in
an altogether different atmosphere ;
that Linuet had unconsciously model
ed her dress from the graceful robes
which her father, the artist, kept to
drape his lay-figures ; that her eye had
been trained, her taste cultured, in
every possible point.
'He's only a poor struggling artist !'
Farmer Hebron had been wont con
temptously to observe, when he saw
bis brother-in-law's name among the
lists specially-honored by the Academy
of Design.
'He's a good fellow enough,' Eugene
Dessoir airily remarked, when his agri
cultural connection happened to be
mentioned. 'But he hasn't an idea be
yond his own fat cattle ! ile don't
live; he only vegetates I'
Linnet, however, the bright, mother
erless young beauty, was a great favor
ite of the kind heat ted Hebrews ; and
when she had so enthusiastically ad
mired the beautiful pink and white
lady-apples on Squire Sandford's tree,
Mr. nebron had gone so far out of his
way to ask the Squire for a barrel.
'Just to please the little girl,' said
he. 'She thinks a deal of pretty
things.'
'She is quite welcome,' said Squire
Sandford, with formal politeness. 'lf
you will send a barrel to the tree to
morrow, Mr. Hebron, it shall be filled
for your niece.'
And when the Squire said this he
pictured in his mind's eye tb'e aforesaid
niece as a romp 01 eleven or twelve,
with shingled hair, freckles aud preter
naturally long arms.
All night long Linnet Dessoir dream
ed of the lady-apples, and when the
sun rose, a sphere of rubied fire, above
the eastern bills, she jumped out of
bed and dressed herself with haste.
'I can't sleep another minute,' said
she. 'li's just the very sort of morn
ing to walk out across the woods and
look at the lady-apple-tree, with the
little spiing gushing out so close to its
roots, and the blue asters, and thickets
of golden-rod, by the stone fence. I
wou'G wake Rosy. Ro*y was up late
last night, putting labels on the quince
jelly. I'll let her sleep, and go by my
self.'
But Miss Hebron was no more of a
laggafd in the morning than was her
city cousin. At seven precisely she
knocked at Linntt's door, but the bird
bad flown.
'How proyoking 1' said Rose. 'But
I'll follow her. She must have gone to
1 try to make that sketch of the old
mossy rock close to the lady-apple tree!
MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, JUNE 3., 1886.
1 wonder if she knows tlmt my father
has pastured Aj ix in the adjoining
Held ?'
"Ajax" was a savage, beautiful bull,
who was at once the pride and torment
of Farmer Hebron, and a thrill of ter
ror came into Rose's heart as she made
all speed to follow the dewy track of
Linnet's footsteps oyer the grass.
As she reached the belt of woods
close to the apple orchaid, she paused
in dismay at the sound of a sweet,high
pitched v<>ioe.
'lt's Linnet 1* she involuntarily ex
claimed. 'And she's scolding some
body. Dear me, whom can it be? Sure
ly not Ajax !'
'You are a thief 1' she could hear
Linnet exclaim—*a robbtr 1 Let thai
barrel of apples alone, I say. I don't
care whether you arc Squire Sandford
or not. The barrel of apples is mine 1'
And as Rose drew near, she could
see tills dimpled young Amazon reso
lutely defending the barrel of apples,
with her single strength, against Squire
Sandford and his stoutest farm laborer.
She stood there, with one slight hand
on the red-cheeked fruit, which was
brimming over the barrel-hoops, aud
before her the tall Squire and his her
culean aid-de-carap were helpless.
'lf you will allow me to explain—'
pacifically began the Squire.
'I will allow nothing 1' declared Lin
net. 'I repeat, these apples are mine 1
Touch them, at your peiil 1'
Thus far the young heroine was a
conquerer. But alas lin that very mo
ment of victory Nemesis was at hatid.
There was Hie dull sound of trampling
hoofei, then a sullen bellow, and Ajax
himself, bursting through a weak spot
in the fence, was upon them.
Linnet Dessoir collapsed,so to speak,
at once. She forgot her heroism, her
dignity—evervthiug but her dauger,
and flew for rescue,to Squire Sandford,
shrieking :
'Save me 1 save me 1'
The farm-hand dogged behind the
wagon; but Squire Sanford never quail
ed. but held her resolutely in his arms.
'Do not be afraid,' he said, almost
as if lie bad beeo speaking to a fright
ened child. 'Nothing shall harm you,
little one !'
For an instant things looked very
biack; then SquireSandford spoke gent
ly once more.
'Do not hold my arm so tightly,' said
he, 'Let me get at my revolver. I must
shoot the brute I No, don't be so ter
rified. Do not you hear me say that
nothing should harm you ?'
And then the problem resolved itself,
as problems often do. Ajax, butting
his huge head against the barrel of
lady-apples, sent them rolling iu all di
rections, and caught his horns iu the
barrel itself, effectually blinding him.
He set off at a wild gallop down the
hill, bellowing as he went, and there
he met his fate in the shape of two or
three men with a running noose of
rope and a good stout chain.
'Hello, pet 1' shouted Farmer Heb
ron's voice. 'What's the matter ? Sne
hasn't fainted, has she, Squire ?'
And Linuet, realizing that she was
safe, blushingly withdrew from Mr.
Sandford's sheltering arms, and rau to
her uncte.
'I am so much obliged to you, sir,'
she whispered." 'And please—please
don't mind what I said about the ap
ples. \ r ou are quite welcome to them.'
'Hey V Apples 1' said Mr. Hebron.
'Why Linnet, didn't you know that I
carted the barrel of app'es that the
Squire gave you home last night.'
Linnet grew crimson all over, and
fled to Rose's faithful brea9t for conso
lation.
'I—I shall never dare to look that
man in the face again,' she bewailed
herself, 'Oh, dear—oil, dear, what
must he haye thought of me 1'
But of course Mr. Sandford consid
ered it only right and proper to call
that evening, and inquire how Miss
Dessoir found herself ; and really the
meeting was not half as embarassing as
Linnet had fancied it would be.
They had a good laugh about Ajax
and the apples ; and Linnet confessed
how dreadfully frightened she had been,
'And with reason,' said Squire Sand
ford. 'There was a second or two in
which we were in very serious danger.'
'But you will forgive rae about the
apples ?' said Linnet, with pretty,coax
ing earnestness
'Oh, yes, I will forgive you about the
apples I' Squire Sandford laughingly
returned.
And in that moment Linnet thought
what a very pretty color his eyes were,
and decided that he couldn't possibly
be thirty years old.
* * * * * *
'lsn't it strange,' said Rose Hebron,
'that we haye liyed neighbor to Squire
Sandford all these years, and lie has
never been more than ordinary polite
to me ? And here comes Linnet, and
quarrels with him at five minutes' no
tice, and calls him all sorts of names,
and now they are engaged to be mar
ried, and I am to be the bridesmaid.'
A I'APER FOR THE HOME OIIiOEE
'Not at all strange 1' said Miss Des
soir. 'To mo it B;*ma ai nice and nat
ural as possible. But you are mistaken
about his age. Rosy. l le is only twen
ty-nine. And if he were a hundred
and twenty-nine, I should hvo him all
the same.'
'Of course,' said Rose ; 'that is what
all engaged girls say.
Dickens' Kittens.
Charles Dickens, the great novelist,
once had a cat which he christened
with the German name ot Williamina.
This cat ingratiated herself into favor
with every one in the house, but she
was particularly devoted to the master.
Charles Dicken's daughter tells us that
once after a family of kittens had been
born, Williamina took a fancy that she
and her family would live in the novel
ist's study. So she brought them up,
one by one,troui the kitchen floor,where
a comfortable lied had been provided
for them, and deposited them in the
corner of the study. They were taken
down stairs by order of the master,who
said he really could no' allow the kit
tens to be in his room. Williamina
tried again, but again with the same
lesult. But when, the third time, she
carried a kitten up the stairs into the
hall, and from there to the study win
dow, jumping in with it in hei mouth,
and laying it at her master's feet, until
the whole family were at last before
him, and she herself sat down beside
them and gave him an imploring look,
he could resist no longer, and William
ina carried the day.
As the kittens grew up they became
very rampagious, and swarmed up the
curtains and played on the writing-ta
ble. and scampered among the book
shelves, and made such a noise as was
never heard In the study before. But
the same spirit which influenced the
whole house must have been brought to
bear upon those noisy little creatures to
keep them still and quiet when neces
sary, for they were ueyer complained
of, and they were never turned out of
the study uutil the time c.uue for giv
ing them away aud finding good homes
for them.
One kitten was kept, and, being a
very exceptional cat, deserves to be
specially mentioned. Being deaf he
had no name given him, but was called
by the servants'the master'B cat,' in
consequence of his devotion to him.
lie was always with his master, and
used to follow liira aoout the garden
and sit with him while he was writing.
One evening they were left together,
the ladies of the house having gone to
a ball in the neighborhood. Charles
Dickens was leading at a small table,
on which a lighted candle was placed,
when suddenly the candle went out.
lie was much interested in his book,
relighted the candle, gave a pat to the
cat, who he noticed was looking up at
him with a most pathetic expressien,
and went on with his reading. A few
minutes afterwards, the light getting
dim, he looked up and was in time to
see puss deliberately put out the can
dle with his paw, and then gaze again
appealingly at his master. This second
appeal was understood, and had the de
sired effect. The book was shut, and
puss was made a fuss witli and amused
ti'l bed-time.
The World's Largest Barn.
The Union Cattle Company, of Chey
enne, has a cattle barn located eight
miles from Omaha,which is the largest
structure of the kind in the world. It
was commenced in April, 1885, and
$125,000 has been expended upon it.
There are accommodations for 3750
head of cattle, and the original design
to provide for 8,000 head will probably
be carried out during the present year.
The building is 400 by 600 leet, cover
ing five acres, and in it the cattle are
fattened for market. So complete are
the arrangements for feeding that one
man can attend to it. All that he has
to do is to tuin the faucet, and the
cooked meal, forced to large tanks a
bove the barn, pisses to the feeding
trough in front of each animal. Foity
five men do all the woik, making one
man for every 200 head of cattle. It
requires about I,oJobushels of meal for
each day's feeding, in addition to the
hay from the prairie, which costs $4 a
ton. There is a regular system of wa
ter works, and with it the flooring is
cleaned up twice a day. requiring only
seven men to do this part of the daily
labor. The Union Cattle Company
was incorporated ab >ut seventeeu years
ago. The men who compose it began
on a small scale years ago, with a very
little capital, too. They now have 80,-
000 head of cattle on the range, aud
have $3,000,003 invested in the busi
ness. The stock consists of Herefords,
Shorthorns and Durhams, and is con
tinually improving by the introduction
of the finest animals in the market.
They are kept on the ranges in Wyom
ing and Montana till they are about
three or four years old, when they are
brought to the bam for fattening,
which requires about tour months.
—SUBSCRIBE for the JOURNAL.
WHERE THE LEECHES OOME
FROM AND WHAT IS DONE
WI'H THEM.
A Cincinnati Barbor who Imports
and Sells tho Leoohes.
'Screaming Isaac 1 What's that ?'
shrieked the reporter of the Cincinnati
Sun i jumping from a barber's chair on
West Sixth street, as the proprietor,
Peter Muschler, unscrtwed the lid of a
heavy air-tight and mysterious box,aud
disclosed 2,000 greasy, wiggling,villain
ous worms, pulling themselves out a
bout four inches and bowing to the
half-dozen customers 011 the opposite
chairs.
'Oli, come back,' said the barber, re
assuringly. 'Nothing but leeches I
haye just imported from Sweden. Per
fectly harmless sir. I have been ira
porting leeches for many years, and am
the only importer this side of New
\ r ork. The use of leeches iu Europe
is very common—much more so than
in this country. People oyer tnere on
ly die happy when they have a leech on
their bodies. The worms are found in
a composition of wood and vegetable
matter known as 'turf,' which is used
as a substitute for coal by the poor of
Euiope. They are shipped to me in
small boxes of their native element, a
bout 2,000 in eacli consignment. 1 get
four boxes every year now, though I
used to sell 10 000 and 12,000 leeches in
Cincinnati annually. Who are mycus
tomers ? Oh, everybody ; but princi
pally physicians and oculists. The
drug stores buy a great many, and I
have a good trade with the hospitals.
I also sell to a few barber shops in the
city.
'The eye doctors use leeches for weak
and inflamed eyes. You see, the worm
sucks the surplus blood around the eye
and removes the cause of infl imatiou.
Persons afflicted with neuralgia fiud a
leech a good remedy. Every day I
make sales to families whose names are
not disclosed. Yau would be astonish
ed to see a printed list of the people
who keep leeches in their families, and
who don't want anybody to know it.
What do they cost to import ? Well,
that is one of the secrets of the trade.
I retail tliem at $lO per hundred, or
$1.50 a dozen. Of course, when a cus
tomer calls for one only I charge him a
quarter. A leech, you see, is a little
like a toothbrush—eyerybody wants one
of his own. Indeed, it is not consider
ed safe to use a leech twice, because
the impure blood they draw from their
subjects impregnates their system and
they would likely communicate poison.
Hence they are killed as as their
work is done. Y"ou wonder how much
blood they drink ? Well it varies with
the size of the leech. But I should say
two ounces at least. Won't you exam
ine one closer ?'
Here the barber reached down iuto
the hatful of kicking worms, selected a
specimen, and seizing it by the tail,
though it seemed to be all tail, held it
lip to the light. It was then seen to
haye ten eyes no legs and possessed
more belts and rings than the planet
Saturn It had a bad mouth for blood,
while the hungry expression in its eyes
gave way to pity and condolence at the
guant and pallid face of tho newsman.
The nasty little tellow was then care
fully gathered up and shoved into the
liox, while the barber concluded with
the following wise observation : 'The
custom of bleeding by means of leeches
was known and practiced extensively
by the ancients, and prevails largely in
Europe and eastern countries even at
the present time. Their utility in this
country, however, has been largely sup
planted by artificial leeches and cup
ping, which is general'y preferred, es
pecially by women, who almost go into
hysterics at the sight of a real, live
leech.'
Weeping at the Panorama.
Among the crowd present at the
battle panorama the other evening
was a boy about fifteen years of age.
lie had been gazing around him for
about fifteen minutes, when he began
to weep. The fact was noticed, and
directy a gentleman said :
'Ah, poor lad I This painting re
vives some episode of grief in his life.
My boy, why do you weep ?'
' 'Ca-ca-causc, sir I'' was the bro
ken reply as his tears fell faster.
'Does the sight of this battle move
you V
'Y-yes.'
•Did your father lay down his life
on this field V
'No.'
'But you lost a relative of some
sort V
'Not—not that I know of.'
'Then it must be those bloody
scenes that overcomo you poor child.'
'N-no, sir. I come in here on the
money which dad gave me to buy
molasses with and it has just struck
me that the whole Union army can't
stop him from giving me a bimawful
whaliu' when I git home. I reckon
that feller over there on a stretcher is
me—after dad gits through bringin'
up his reserves.'— Detroit Free Press.
Terms, SIOO per Year, in Advance.
Better than the Quane,
'Ma-ntchis? 111i8.si.-4' ma-a tchis I
Throe fur five, ma-atehis V cried a
thin child's voice. The voice belong
ed to a girl less than u yard high,who
had big, pleading blue eyes and a pert
mouth. The street wits crowded
with people*some of them out to
show their fine clothes, but most of
them to do Christmas shopping. The
blue-eyed child persistently offered
her wares to a man who was walking
with a very stylishly-dressed young
lady.
'Go away \ f said the man iu a
gruff tono.
'Ah, the poor little thing,' cried the
young woman. 'Why don't you buy
some of her matches, Fred ? I'll do
it myself. Here, little girl,' opening
a sealskin reticule and fishing out
some coins with her daintily gloved
hand. 'She's very neatly clad and
looks a3 though she had a good moth
er. I just believe I'll make her a
present,' and, suiting the action to the
word, she opened her fur coat and un
fastened a knot of bright cherry rib
bon that caught up a loop in her silk
dress. Then she quickly pinned the
knot on the child's grev hood, and
patting the pink cheek, turned away.
'What in the world made you do
that ?' demanded the man, evidently
much annoyed.
'Oh, why, it will please the poor
mother so to think that some one has
noticed her sweet-faced child,' was the
youßg lady's reply, and the two went
down the street.
A tall, red-faced Irishman had been
standing on the curb, watching the
performances with keen interest.
'The young lady is better nor the
Quane of England,' he remarked,look
ing after the couple. 'Be the power,
Oi could go down on my knase ana
worship a beautiful crayther loike
that, as isn't ashamed to do a koind
act to the poor with her own swate
hands."
The fastest Shave on Record.
'Talking about quick shaves,' said a
passenger on a Rock Island suburban
train, 'I came down to the depot the
other day just four minutes before
train time. I ran into that shop across
the way, kept I y Mrs. Whatshername,
and said : 'Gimme a three-minute
shave.' 'All right,' said she; sit down*'
And I'll be darned if she didn't go over
my face in good shape in just three
minutes by the watch, and I got brush
ed off and caught my train nicely.'
This stirred up the story-tellers. One
man had been shaved in two minutes,
another in a minute and a half and so
on.
'Just wait till you hear from me,'
said a low-browed, tough-looking pas
senger. 'For seven years I shaved in
a shop where one barber run the razor
oyer an average of sixty faces an hour.
What do you think of that ?'
'lmpossible,' exclaimed seyeral lis
teners in chorus.
'No, it isn't impossible,' continued
the low-browed man. 'This barber
didn't do anything but use his razor.
The men lathered their own faces while
waiting their turn, and a boy handed
him freshly honed razors. Seven or
eight slashes was a shave, and the cus
tomers wiped their own faces after
leaving the chair.'
'llow much did the barber charge a
head ?'
'Nothing; and he got no wages. He
was the barber in Jeffersonville Pris
on.'
VANDERBILT AND GAR RETT.
An Eye-Witness' Account of What
Transpired Between the Old
Giants.
A Western Mary lander, an intimate
friend of the late John W. Garret, re
lated to me the other day 'the circum
stances of the first meeting between
Mr. Garrett and Commodore Vander
bilt, the pioneers in that railroad world
in which their sons have since become
kings. Mr. Garrett related the inter
view to my friend a few days after its
occurrence.
The president of the Baltimore and
Ohio called upon the old commodore
just after Bob Garrett had graduated
Princeton College in 1867. Bob
and Harrison were with their father at
the time, and when they were ushered
into the presence of the commodore the
two boys took themselves to an obscure
corner of the room. Mr. Vanderbilt's
greeting was :
'Garratt, you have run that B. and
O. d d well.'
Such words from the lips of such a
clerical-looking gentleman as Mr. Yan
derbilt astounded Mr. Garrett who ad
mitted his success, but modestly attri
buted it to the board of directors rath
er than to any ability of his own.
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'The directors l>e d—sharply in
terrupted the clei lcal-looking old com
modore / Rliey are the most intoleiable
nuisances outside of h—.'
Bob and Harry snickered so loudly
at this that Vanderbiit looked at them,
seemingly surprised at their presence.
'Who are these youngsters?" lie inquir
ed of his guest. Mr. Garrett introduc
ed them as his sons.
'Look here,' he continued, 'if you
want to make men out of them take
some advice from me- But them at
the hardest work you can scrape up in
your offije and keep them at it all the
time. Marry them 113 quickly as you
can and make them support tiieir wives
and fauiil) without any help from you.'
Mr. Garrett and the old commodore
never met again.
'Bob' has become the successor of his
father, and it wa9 at his feet that the
son and successor of the man "who told
his fattier how to raise him fell dead.l
A Drummer's Luck.
Charlie Baker is a traveler out of
Philadelphia and a very good man, but
sometimes he runs up against some
body who is one too much for Charlie.
He tells this one on l.tmself :
'You see,' he said, In reply to a ques
tion for particulars, 'it was this way.
[ was at a hotel table not long ago, and
when the waiter came around for my
order I rushed through the ram, lamb,
sheep or mutton part, and wound up
by c filing for a five doll ir bill, expect
ing to throw the hash producer clear
over on 10 his b*an ends, but he never
smiled and only said 'yes sah,' and
went to the kitchen. In a few min
utes he returned with my order and on
a nice silver dish was a bran new five
dollar bill. I thought it waa a job on
me of some kind and in my coolest
manner I stuck it iu my pocket and
went ahead to demolish the viands. I
had been in the hotel a couple of days
and was to leave that afternoon. So
right after dinner I went to the clerk
for my bill and to order my baggage
down.
'What's the bill V I asked.
'Two days at $2 a day is s4,' replied
the clerk, 'bath 25 cents, one five dol
lar bill, $5.50; $9.75 in all.'
'What do you mean by charging a
half dollar extra for that $5 bill ?' I
exclaimed angrily.
'Didn't you order it at dinner ?'
'Of course I did.' •
'lt wasn't on the bill of fare, was it? '
'I didn't see it there.'
'But you did see there a note which
read : All dishes ordered not on the
bill of fare will be charged extra,' did
you not ?'
'That broke my heart,' continued
Charlie. 'I hadn't a word to say nor a
thing to do but pay the extra half dol
lar and lay for that waiter, and I'm
laying for them you bet.'— Merchant
Traveler.
TO PRESERVE THE FORESTS.
Dangers Attending the Present
Wholesale Slaughter of Trees
Exposed.
A meeting was held last week at the
h&ll of the Historical Society of Penn
sylvania, No. 1300 Locust street, Phil
adelphia,'to expose the dangers attend
ing the present destruction of forests
and in the hope of arousing a general
interest in forestry in Pennsylvania.'
Clayton McMichael presided and Pro
fessor J. T. Rothrock delivered the first
address. He called especial attention
to the slaughter of the Western foiests.
'Why,'said he,'they cut the trees for
their bark only and then let them rot.
Thus does a conflagration spread when
a fire takes place. Others are felled,
one or two railroad ties taken and the
rest left to rot as before. It takes for
ty years to grow a tree properly.'
Professor Edmund J. James read a
paper, in which he said : 'Everything
—fish, game, coasting trade and manu
factures—is protected, except the for
ests. Whenever it appears that the in
terest of the community is likely to
suffer the State has interfered. We
must now begin to pay attention to
forest culture and forest protection,
which are more important than any of
the others. We can import lumber,
but climate and rainfall, so dependent
on timber, we cannot. We must have,
first, government protection by law;
second, special indiyidual action. We
jnust have State forests, under the con
trol and management of the State ; of
fer premiums institute professor
ships among the farmers and others,'
Professor B. E. Fernon, Chief of the
Forestry Division Department of Agri
culture, Washington, showed clearly
the necessity for action in the matter
and dilated upon the difference on this
side of the Anlantic and the other,
where special government attention is
given to forest culture.
Dr. J. M. Anders followed in an in
structive and forcible appeal, the char
acter of his audience 'being a guaran
tee of the earnestness and power of
those interested in the movement.'
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