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D. M. FROST, Publisher.'
DODGE CITY KAV?
MY HAPPY HOME.
Coming home in the cold, gray twilight,
Over the lonesome way,
"With heart and brain overburdened
By the worry and care of the day;
Tired from the struggle of living.
And glad for the night to come,
I turn the corner, and there I sea
The light of my happy home.
Jknd worry and care forsake me
And weariness finds iu rest;
"With quickened footsteps I hurry oc
To the place Hove the best.
For I know that some one is waiting
And looking out through the gloom,
Down over the lonesome roadway,
And wishing for me to come.
And, hastening on, I remember
The days of long ago,
The golden dreams of my youth time,
The triumph I was to know.
With game and fortune to conquer.
And all life s blessings to come;
But the only dream that ever came trua
Is this, my own sweet home.
And what were all the others?
Ambition, and power, and fams;
The wealth of the Indies would leae me poor,
And fame were an empty name,
"Without the love of my darling wife.
My baby and my home.
I can ask no greater happiness
Than to my lot has come.
"What matters a day of laoor
When the rest is sw eet at uight!
What rautfrs how dark the roadway
That leads to my own home-light!
What matters the wide world's favor.
That never to me may come,
When my wife and baby are waiting
And watching to welcome me home?
Christian at Work.
TWO BUSHELS OF COfiN.
How Farmer Brown Succeeded in
Performing a Good Deed.
Farmer Brown was shelling four bush
els of corn on the cob, which, according
to the mathematics and tabular weights
and measures of old New England days,
would make two bushels of corn for the
purpose of the farm bin or the miller.
lie was shelling the four bushels of corn
by the use of a common cob in his right
band, which cob he used to remove the
"kernels by pressure. This old-time way
of shelling corn mado the hands hard
and horny, and the muscles of the wrist
fatrong. Woe be to the culprit who
hhould have fallen into the hands of a
professional corn-sheller! lie might as
well have been bound with withes of
hornbine. The boy who felt the withy
grasp of such a left hand, and the appli
cation of a buttonwood rod by such a
right hand, was sure to have his mem
ory permanently quickened, and the les
son usually proved effectal. Such farm
ers, from their lordly dialogues with
their oxen, had strong voices as well as
hands, and when one of them said "boy"
it meant much. And '"boy"' was just the
word that Farmer Brown said while
selling corn.
Harry Brown, the "boy," started.
"Boy"' was a word of command from the
generalissimo of the farm.
'Sir?"
Mrs. Brown was sitting in the arm
chair by the stand, knitting by the tal
low candle. Mr. Brown was shelling
corn because he had nothing olse to do,
and Mrs. Brown was knitting because
she had nothing else to do, and Harry
Brown was studying a music book by
good old William Billings, of Stoughton,
becauso ho sang in the choir of Hard
Scrabble Church which was a real
name, and not one made up for story
telling purposes.
Harry had been drawling "do, mi, sol,
do." when the word of command came.
"Boy, seeing wo have so much to be
thankful for, I'm going to do just the
right thing by my duties "
Mrs. Brown dropped her needles.
What was going to happen? She was
a thrifty, frugal woman was Mr. Brown
going to give away somethingout of their
hard earnings and savings? If so, what
and to whom? No unworthy person, she
hoped. "I've been thinking over this
bushel of corn I always do a deal of
thinking when I am shelling corn.'
"What you been thinking about,
Eben?"
"About the sermon that Eldor Leland
preached on the text: 'For if ye love
them that love you, what reward have
ye: do not een the publicans so?"
"Now, Peter Rugg has not used me just
right, and I am going to make him a
present of two bushels of corn. And
boy you shall carry it over to him to
morrow morning on horseback."
Mrs. Brown's cap border lifted. She
dove at the snuffers, and snuffed the
candle with a spiteful dive at the long
black wick.
"Ebenr
"Well, Eunice?''
"Peter Rugg just gets his living by
doing nothiu', don't he?"
"Yes, but ho is sick now; and you
know the text. There's no merit in do
in' just what you want to do, and havin'
your own way and will, and lookin' for
a e ward, T21der Leland says "'
"And Peter Rugg's wife, she goes
a-visitin' for a-livin', and eats up every
l)odys plum-cake and apple sass '
"Yes, yes. but Peter was shiftless
T)orn so. tired like and she had to eat
something and he's sick now."
"Well. I don't approve no such doin's.
I don't believe in encouragin' idleness.
If a man will not work, neither shall ho
cat! Thero now, Eben!"
"Do, mi, sol, do," sang Harry.
"The morning sun shines from the east,
And spreads its glories to the west.
Ho was practicing the "Ode on
Science," the crowning attainment of
all musical efforts in these simple singing-school
days.
"Well, I do declare. Eben, I hope if
you send two bushel of corn, of your
shellin, too. to that shiftless Peter
Bugg I Qo hope "
"What, Eunice?"
"That it will never get there."
"Shot Eunice; that ain't tho right
Bpcrit when our barns and cribs are
full, too, and Peter is the only Teal poor
person in the town, too, and he's the
only one in all the world that hasn't
used mo quite right, too. I'll have to
scud it to him, or else be very poor and
mean in soul, and carry about with me
a feelin that I haven't done my duty,
and been grateful f or all myblessin's.
Eunice, I'm goin' to do it, anyhow,"
"Well, all that I've got to say Is that
I do hope the grist will never get there."
"Now, boy, you may go to singin-
Kfthnol."
Harry slipped away with the parallel- 1 ,
. --. "A -;on VYv1ist"' under I
ugrd i ui . i i-. - -
his arm. Tho singing school made great
progress on the "Ode on Science" that
night, and Harry had descended into
those deep and cavernous regions of
solemn bass foundations with the ambi
tion of a baisso prof undo.
Tho moon was hanging over the dark
shoulders of Greylock, and the lights
glimmering on Stafford Hill, as he re
turned. It was a crisp night, with a
gleam of frost crystals everywhere in
the bare harvest fields, the blue gentian
pastures and alluvial cranberry mead
ows. He continued to sing he could
not help it; the piece, haunted him.
Nothing at all so wonderful as the ac
complishment of that piece by the singing-school
had ever before come into his
experience. The words, too, were mag
ical to him like a new world. So, in
the new creations of the poet and com
poser, he jogged along, singing, until he
came to the graveyard where Captain
Joab Stafford and the heroes of Ben
nington lie buried, and then he contin
ued to whittle the same tune. A boy at
that time did not know what might hap
pen when he was passing a graveyard!
The next morning Harry received
the same peremptory summons to atten
tion "Boy!" Now, this was not intend
ed in this strange case to bo reproachful
toward Harry, but to let prudential Eu
nice understand that in this case of cas
uistry his mind was made up.
"Boy, bring that old roan horse, and I
will put on his back the two bushels of,
corn."
Eunice heard the order, and she knew
that the laconic word was meant for her
ears. She said nothing but went on
grinding coffee, pounding locker,
mixing .Tohnnycake, straining milk,
boiling potatoes,breaking eggs, "settin' "
the table, "shooing" the hens from the
doorstep, feeding the dog, and "scat
ting" the cat, and all those varied and
multiple of duties that fall to the ex
perience of a thrifty farmer's wife for
the sake of being supported.
The sun rose red over the valley
and intervales. The blue jays seemed
to blow about screaming, and the crows
cawed in the walnut trees. The con
quiddles had ceased to sing, but thero
was a chipper of squirrels everywhere.
One could hear the old mill-wheel turn
ing in the distance two miles away. The
trees on Park Lane, the scene of the
Mason farms, were blazing like an army
with crimson orifiammes, and fat .tur
keys were gobbling around every farm
house for miles. This was the farm re
gion of the famous Cheshire cheese, one
of which, weighing more than 1.200 lbs.,
had been presented to President Jeffer
son, Elder Leland acting as envoy for
the merry farmers, and preaching all the
way to Washington and back while exe
cuting the famous commission.
After breakfast, Harry brought tho
sorrel horse to the door, and Eben,
whose benevolent heart had prompted
him to a duty in spite of itself, put on
his back the two bushels of corn, so as
to form a kind of a saddle, one bushel
one side, and the other on the other.
"Take the corn to the mill," said
Eben: "have it ground, then take the
meal to Peter Rugg. and be sure to tell
him that sent it."
Harry was no idiot boy like that in
Wordsworth's tale of Bettie Foy, but
this morning his wits went wool-gathering.
The Ode on Science and his mu
sical triumphs of the night before had
quite turned his head, and he started
off singing:
The morning sun shines from the east,
And spreads its glories to the west."
This was literally true. The morning
was bright and the air exhilarating, and
j the mountains in all the over-floods of
glory most inspiring. xVfter singing the
Ode on Science, Harry essayed "Majes
ty," and he made the woods ring with:
"On cherub and on cherubim
Full royally he rode.
And on the wings of mighty winds
Cime flying all abroad."
He made even the chipmunks run,
and tho grave jays stop to listen.
He was a happy bov, a very happy
boy. It was a long way from the red
house and barn of Eben Brown's farm to
j the great wooden mill-wheel on the
Housatonic, but Harry did not urge the
urged. Why should one travel fast
when every thing is bright and beauti
ful? Eben had tied the bag tightly the
night before, after he had reduced the
four bushels of corn to two. He picked
up every kernel of corn that ho had
chanced to scatter over the floor, and put
it into the bag.
Now, in the house there were mice
sly mice. And when all the family were
in the other world of dreams on the
' night before, one or two of these mice
had explored the kitchen, and, finding
j not so much as a single kernel of corn,
after all tho vigorou sshelling. had each
gnawed a little hole, one in either end
oi too uag, anu nau mauu a uainiy meai,
and slipped away, leaving the two little
holes. The motion of the sorrel horse,
as he walked mathematically along, be
gan to slip out the corn through either
end of the bag, slowly at first, but very
freely at last, unperceived by Harry,
whose mind was on wings in the far-off
musical sky.
As he went on singing and whistling,
and sifting the corn unperceived, a
strange annoyance befell the felicitous
knight of the two bushels of corn. The
hens ran after him from the farm
houses, the grext flocks of turkeys gob
bling, the waddling geese quacking.
He passed the great dairy farms under
the cool shadow of Greylock and the
Park Lane Ridge; everywhere there fol
lowed him. great flocks of poultry-
hens,
ducks, geese and turkeys; thpy grew to
be almost an army at last, cackling,
quacking, gobbling.
But Harry did not stop to investigate
the cause of all this gathering of wings
and bills behind him. The fowl aU
seemed happy; so was he; it was a bright
and happy morning.
Once or twice he shook his fist at some
mew flocks of turkeys that came flyimg
and gobbling down from an old stone
wall. " "
Don't you gobble at me!" he said,
and then went on, singing.
The composite army of farm fowl left
him at last, and he came in sight of the
foamine- mill-wheel that was tossing the
cool waters of the Housatonic near the
grand old orchards of what was once one
of the New Providence farms. New
Providence is a vanished village now;
its churches and inns used to be on Staf
ford Hill.but Cheshire village has taken
its place. One can not so much as find
New Providence on the map. It was
settled by the Masons and Browns
and Coles from Swansea, Mass., and Cov
entry, B. I. The colony went to Sack
ville, N. B., first, but finding the cli
mate too rigorous, followed their pastor,
Elder Mason, to the Berkshire Hills and
founded Cheshire under the name of
New Providence.
Suddenly Harry ceased singing. The
borses's back began to grow hard. He
thought that he would adjust the bag
and make his position easier. He clasp
ed the bag and what a look of amaze
ment must have come into his face!
there was nothing in it, not so much as
a single kernel of corn!
Harry had heard of witches and things
bewitched, of people casting an evil eye,
of the awful ghost story that Elder Le
land used fb tell. He recalled his
mother's wish, and wondered if that had
not bewitched the bag. Had the bag
untied? He look to see. No, there was
the string. His heart thumped, and ho
felt hot flashes and cold shivers creep
over him..
He stopped the horse. Crows cawed
above him. The mill-wheel turned and
turned before him. Why should he go
forward? He had nothing for the miller
and what, oh, what could he say to
the miller if he went to the mill with
an empty bag!
He would retrace his way, and see if
that would offer any clue to tho appall
ing mystery. But it offered none.
There was not so much as a kernel of
corn in the road, and the turkeys and
geese and ducks and pullets everywhere
seemed contented, with full crops and
fat sides. They did not even gobble or
quack or cackle. The world all seemed
serene and happy.
What should he say to his father?
And to his mother?
And what would the world say now?
And Elder Leland, who had been visited
by a ghost and had heard voices from
the sky?
So towards the red farm-house Harry
Brown turned his horse's head in won
der and amazement. He thought of tho
awful Indian tales and ghost tales of old
Swansea, from which the early settlers
had come, of witches riding on broom
sticks in the air, and "spells" and "evil
eyes" and all sorts of imaginary mys
teries. In this frame of mind he rode
up under the hour-glass elm in front of
tho house, and his father came to the
door.
"Did he receive it well, sonny?" asked
Eben, with a beaming face.
"It is gone," said Harry, with a dole
ful face.
"What gone?"
"The grist."
"Sho! Where?"
Here Eunice's white head appeared.
She threw her apron over it and listened
anxiously.
"It disappeared.''
"Where?"
"Into the air."
"How?"
"Spirits."
"Boy!"
"There, Eben," said Eunice; "mind
what I told you! The universe is agin
ye. You couldn't get a grist to Peter
Rugg's if you were to go yourself.
"Twould be flying in the face of Provi
dence. The powers are agin ye. I used
to know all about spells and such things
in old Swansea."
"We'll see we'll see," said Eben.
That evening Eben shelled out two
more bushels of corn. In the morning
ho brought out the old roan horse, and
put a bag with the corn on his back. He
then went to the barn and brought a stiff
buttonwood rod which ho had used for
various purposes of discipline and cor
rection. "Boy!"
"Sir?"
"Mount that horse."
Harry mounted as before.
"Go to mill; I'll follow."
The pilgrimage was performed with
alacrity and safely. The meal was car
ried to poor Peter Rugg, and received
with a grateful and penitent heart.
Eben returned home happy, but what
ever became of that first bag of two
bushels of corn was always a wonder to
Harry, to Eunice, and their friends.
Eben's expectations were realized in
regard to Peter Rugg. The good act re
stored his better will and heart, and
made him a true friend for life. Eben
used to tell the story, and say: "Always
follow your better will, and do your
duty, though the universe be agin ye."
Hezekiah Butterworth, in Christian
Union.
The Removal of Warts.
These disfigurements of the hand usu
ally are never injurious outgrowths, as
they aro simply the overgrowths of the
papilla; of the skin with a covering of
cuticle. The separate papilla can be
seen in the seed-wart, as they stand up
separately and prominently. It is com
monly thought that warts can be pro
duced anywhere on the body by inocula
tion that is if the blood from one wart
should get into a scratch or cut on an
other part of the body it would produce
warts. In some cases this may be true,
and some lands of warts are certainly
contagious. The common, hard, dry
wart should be washed with a solution
of soda around its base,.-nd glacial acetic
acid applied. Chromic acid and nitric
I acid will also answer the purpose. The
nwash around the warts prevents the
acids from spreading over the hand,
and causing sores. The warts are very
peculiar in many respects. They come
and go so suddenly that it is sometimes
difficult to account for their disappear
ance. This fact has led to many popu
lar cures and charms, which many intel
ligent people still believe in. Yankee
Blade.
AGRICULTURAL HINTS.
A GOOD MOLE-TRAP.
ab ffectlve Contrivance for Klddlag the
Garden of These Pests.
It is a sad tale, says a writer in Farm
and Fireside, which one of my friends
has just been telling me the tale of a
cold-frame well filled only a few days
ago with fine plants of choice cabbage
varieties for spring planting, now ut
terly ruined by the pesky mole. Not a
pltot left! "What shall I do to get rid
of the pest?" asks my friend in despair
and with blood in his eye.
In the first place I would select a site
for the cold-frame somewhat farther re
moved from a creek or the edge of a low
land meadow than was my friend's.
Moles don't usually work in gravelly or
clayey upland, such as the inquirer had
at his disposal for the purpose. Further
i more, I would board up a hot-bed tight
ly, clear from the bottom of the excava
tion up, and fix cold-frames in a similar
way, thus guarding, in a measure, against
the intrusion of moles, rats and mice.
MOLE-TRAP. SET.
But if these quadrupeds get into the
beds after all, I know of no other way of
getting them out than to catch them or
to poison them. Of the two ways I al
ways prefer the former. Poisoning,
with me, is only the very last resort.
In all localities where moles abound
(which is not the case in my friend's
place), and in larger towns generally,
the hardware stores keep good, service
able mole-traps on sale, although I am
not posted concerning the price usually
asked for them. By taking a little time,
and with some patience and perseverance
in setting the trap or traps, the offend
ers can be got rid of, and their numbers
in rich garden soils, lawns or meadows,
wherever they abound, at least greatly
reduced.
As a rule, I do not admire tho garden
implements and small devices generally
that come from foreign countries. They
are mostly clumsy affairs, adapted to
clumsy methods and to conditions where
time and labor are of little consequence.
In the mole-trap shown in the annexed
illustration I think we have an excep
tional instance. It seems to be a model
of simplicity, and altogether a service
able device. It comes from 'Germany,
but whether patented or not I am not
informed. Any blacksmith would be
able to make ono after the picture, all
the materials needed being some band
iron and a piece of spring steel.
If manufactured in a wholesale way,
cast iron being substituted for wrought
iron, the original cost might bo reduced
so that the trap could be sold in retail
for fifteen cents apiece at a profit to the
manufacturer ank dealer. The retailers
in Germany sell the trap for about
eleven cents apiece or ono dollar per
dozen. At that rate every farmer could
afford to have a trap or two, while seventy-five
cents or one dollar each (which
I suppose is about what a mole-trap sells
for at our stores) makes its use in many
instances prohibitory.
The construction of these mole
squeezers is made plain by the illustra
tion, and I need only add that the trap
MOLE-TRAP. SPRUN'G.
is set by pressing the handles, AA,of
the "mole tongues" together, thus
opening the jaws, B B B, and inserting
the trigger, C, in position, thereby keep
ing the jaws apart. Carefully open a
little piece of the mole-run from the
top, then insert the trap thus set
lengthwise of the run, so that the
trigger, which is cut out in the middle,
forms a kind of obstruction to the pass
age of the animal, and cover the run up
again with pieces of sod or slate. The
mole comes along, runs against the
obstructing trigger, this unwittingly
releasing the jaws and giving the
spring, D, a chance to exert its power.
All at once the unfortunate animal
finds himself in a tight squeeze, and in
the iron grip of death. It makes no
difference, either, from which side he
comes; he meets the same fate.
Dost Baths for Fowls.
In the matter of dust or earth baths,
fowls much prefer burrowing in the
earth to wallowing in a shallow dust
box. One corner of the poultry-house
should be inclosed and then filled with
soft, pulverized, dry earth to about
twenty inches above the level of the
floor. Have a small door connecting
this with the poultry-house, and when
It is left open tho fowls will walk in
and take a good wallow. All kinds of
poultry especially love to dust them
selves when there are indications of
tenny weather.
r u III
POULTRY.
PwriaaHd.ShIWhir tt tm Market-
Ab Excellent Crate.
Poultry shipped alive to market, says
the American Agriculturist, should be
well fattened, health .
blemish. It is mostly used by the city
pwpie wno will not take or use any
fowl or animal that i in -r iro a.
formed; but for unblemished and well-
iattened fowls they are willing to pay
the highest price. Before putting them
in the coops give plenty of feed and
diink. Feed grain only; meal sours.
Do not overcrowd the coop, as it causes
excessive heat and makes the fowls
feverish and sickly. If sent by express
the coop should be as small and light
as is compatible with sufficient strength
to bear rough handling. Freight is
charged on weight of coop, as well as
of poultry. Old roosters usually sell at
half the price of fowls, and young roost
ers are rated the same as chickens.
Small and near-by lots are best sent by
express, and the coops will be returned
free of charge. These can be made
smaller and lighter than those which
are sent by freight.
A good and convenient size for ex
press coops for fowls, chickens and
ducks is as follows: Boards for ends and
middle, each two feet long, one foot
wide and five-eighths of an inch thick,
free from shakes or splits, and of light
dry wood. For the bottom use boards
four feet long and three-eighths of an
inch thick. For the sides and tops good,
clear, straight-grained plasterers' lath
is the best and cheapest. Make the bot
tom of boards the same length as the
full width of the end and middle pieces.
Nail the lower laths close against the
bottom boards on both sides to pre
vent the fowls from getting their
feet or legs out. Leave interstices of
about two inches between the laths on
the sides, but only one and a-half on
top. This prevents the fowls from stick
ing their heads through and being in
jured or killed as one coop is placed on
another. Do not nail the two middle
laths on top of the coop, but use screws
so they can be easily removed. Nail a
piece of thin, light hoop-iron all around
the ends and middle. For small spring
chickens and pigeons make coops of the
samo dimensions, but only eight inches
high, as only strong, healthy pigeons
are used for trap shooting. Do not put
squealers or young ones in, or any with
clipped wings, as they will bo thrown
out when sold.
For geese the coops should be four
teen, and for turkeys sixteen inches
CRATE FOB SUIPPIXO POULTRY.
high. For shipping by freight or long
distance make as follows: Five feet
six inches long, three feet wide and one
foot high for chickens, fowls and ducks;
for geese, fourteen inches high, and for
turkeys sixteen. The coop is divided
by a partition across the middle. Use
posts two inches squaro for the corners
and middle. The slats on each side
next to the bottom should be three feet
five inches long, the others at each end
three feet long. The five inches ex
tension beyond tho end of the coop is
to hold a feed trough. The long slats
and bottom boards are five feet six
inches long all three-eighths of an
inch thick. Tho slats are from two
and a-half to three inches wide, free
from knots and straight-grained. A
V-shaped notch is cut in tho projecting
ends of the lowdr slats to hold the feed
trough outside of the coop. Put tho
slats on the sides and ends, about two
inches apart; but closer on top, to pre
vent the fowls from getting their heads
through. Make a feed trough of two
pieces of board, four or five inches wide,
and the length of the coop with end
blocks in, and nail well in the notches
of the bottom end pieces and to the side
slat. The best feed to use is cracked
corn thoroughly soaked, as it holds the
moisture and will not sour. The illus
tration shows the heavy style of coop
in perspective.
What Is the Most Economical Breed?
A model milk test was held by Prof. J.
W. Robertson at the Provincial fair in
Ontario with a view of ascertaining cost
of production as well as amount. The
every-day farmer cares more to know
what kind of cow will produce one
pound of butter the cheapest than to
know which will produce the most.
Three cows each of Ayrshires and Jer
seys were entered. The Ayrshires with
S1.48 worth of food gave 245 pounds of
milk which produced 7.13 pounds of pure
fat. Tho Jerseys gave 175 pounds of
milk which yielded 8.03 pounds of fat or
$1.20 worth of food. With making due
allowance for the length of time after
calving, the Ayrshires showed a profit
of 13 per cent, on the value of the feed
consumed and the Jerseys 47 per cent.
Tho only thing that prevents this test
.from being absolutely conclusive is the
shortness of the test. Most of the milk
and butter was the result of feed con
sumed days and may be weeks before
the fair. Such a test marked an ad
vanced step, but it should extend over a
longer period of time. New England
Farmer.
Slaking an Orchard.
Do not select too many varieties. For
the West none of us need to be told that
the varieties that do even fairly well
are not great If there is a variety that
for several years has done well in your
immediate vicinity take it. Perhaps it
may be somewhat inferior. But take
it. The Ben Davis is not the best of
apples, but many an apple grower sticks
to it because it often does better than a
better variety. Winter apples are pref
erable to fall or summer. That is
to say, it is better to have more
of them than fall or summer varieties.
Earlv aDDles. however, are profitable to
grow. Any thing that is early on the
farm usually brings a gooa price, uut
the main dependence in apple growing
are the winter varieties. Western
Rural.
Lay the grape vines down on the
ground. That will help them through
the winter, if you do nothing else.
USEFUL AND SUGGESTIVE.
When the oil-cloth is dull and be
ginning to wear out, give it ono or two
coats of varnish. It will be pretty
again, and wear much longer.
Often a sort of scum is noticed in
the basins in a marble washstand in the
bathroom. Salt takes it off easily, and
leaves the basins shining and clean.
A feather-bed or matress will re
main clean and in an excellent condi
dition for years if kept in a case mado
of common sheeting, which can be re
moved and washed at will.
When one is tired and chilled and
suffering from the nausea which results
from going too long without food, we
think no other stimulant is so effective
as a cup of scalding-hot milk.
To clean ostrich feathers, lay them
on a plate and pour over them a little
warm water, then, with a tooth brush
and a little soap, brush it gently. Rinso
them well and they will be as good as
new.
To make sea water fit for washing
purposes. Soda put into sea water
renders it turbid; the lime and mag
nesia fall to the bottom. And soda
should be used in quantity sufficient to
render the water alkaline.
Most people dry their umbrellas
handle upwards. This concentrates the
moisture at the top, where it is close,
rusts the wire which secures the stretch
ers, and rots tho cloth. It is better,
after the umbrella is drained, to simply
invert it and dry it in that position.
Especial pains should bo taken in
winter to often change tho clothing
worn next to tho skin. So many more
and thicker garments aro worn in win
ter than in summer that the exhalations
from the body do not pass off as readily,
but are more apt to be retained in the
clothing, and may bo reabsorbed into
the system. Ladies' Home Journal.
Flexible Mucilage. To twenty
parts of alcohol add ono part of salicylic
acid, three parts of soft-soap, and threo
parts of glycerine. Shako well, and
then add a mucilage mado of ninety
three parts of gum-arabic and ono hun
dred and eighty parts of water. This is
said to keep well and to bo thoroughly
elastic.
If the not unusual accident of "a
bug in the ear" occurs, waste no time in
tryiug to drag the offender out, douse in
sweet oil. salad dressing or molasses
even, if you haven't the others handy,
any thing to entangle and quiet tho in
truder before it makes tho victim wild.
It can then be syringed out with warm
water. Exchange.
Diphtheretic Sore Throat. One tea
spoonful of flour of sulphur dissolved in
a wine-glass of cold water. Put the sul
phur into the glass first and pour on a
very little water and rub together with
the finger, then fill the glass with water.
Sulphur will not mix with water easily,
and it is necessary to use the finger in
place of a spoon. Gargle the throat well
with this mixture, allowing somo to bo
swallowed. Repeat every three or four
hours until the white spots disappear.
CHANCE FOR EXPLORERS.
A Section of Washington Never Trodden
by the Foot of White Man. ;
Washington has her great un
known land, like the interior of Africa.
Tho country shut in by the Olympic
mountains, which includes an area of
about 2,500 square miles, has never, to
the positive knr vledge of old residents
of the Territory, been trodden by the
foot of man, white or Indian. These
mountains rise from the level country,
within ten to fiftocn miles of tho straits
of San Juan do Fuca in tho north, tho
Pacific ocean in the west, Hood's canal
in tho east and the basin of theQuinault
lake in tho south, and, rising to a height
of 6,000 to 8,000 feet, shut in a vast un
explored area. The Indians have never
penetrated it, for their traditions say
that it is inhabited by a very fierce
tribe, which none of tho coast tribes
dared molest. Though it is improbable
that such a tribo could have existed in
this mountain country without their
presence becoming known to the white
man, no man has ever ascertained that
it did not exist. White men, too, have
only vague accounts of any whito man
having ever passed through this country,
for investigation of all the claims of
travelers has invariably proved that
they have only traversed its outer edges.
The most generally accepted theory in
regard to this country is that it consists
of great valleys stretching from the in
ward slopes of the mountains to a great
central basin. This theory is supported
by the fact that, although the country
around has abundant rain, and clouf
constantly hang over the mountain-
tops, all the streams flowing toward tho
four points of the compass are insignifi
cant, and rise only on the outward slopes
of the range, none appearing to drain
the great area shut in by the mountains.
This fact appears to support the theory
that the streams flowing from the inner
slopes of the mountains feed a great in
terior lake. But what drains this lake?
It must have an outlet somewhere, and
as all of the streams pouring from the
mountains rise on their outward slopes,
it must have a subterranean outlet into
the ocean, the straits or the sound.
There are great discoveries in store for
some of Washington's explorers.
A gentleman named Drew, now resid
ing at Olympia, states that ho has
climbed to the summit of the eastern
range from Hood's canal and looking
down could see great valleys stretching
toward the west. A party of railroad
prospectors claim to have penetrated
the interior, but could give no account
of it, and appears only to have skirted
the outer slopes ten or fifteen miles
from Hood's canal. A party of United
States soldiers is said to have traversed
the country from Port Townsend, but
no data is obtainable as to what they
saw. c
Numerous attempts have been mado
to organize exploring parties, but they
have invariably fallen through, the
courage of the projectors oozing out
at tho last moment. There is a fine op
portunity for some of the hardy citizen
of the sound to acquire fame by unveil
ing the mystery which wraps tho land
encircled by the snow-capped Olympic
range. Seattle (Wash.) Press.
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