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CORVALLIS
GAZETTE.
SEMI-WEEKLY.
eiiMMafun. I Consolidated Feb., 1899.
CORVALLIS, BENTON COUXTT, OREGON, TUESDAY, MAY 1, 1900.
VOL. I. NO. 1.
MY SECRET.
When first assurance came to me
That thy dear heart was mine,
I wandered forth upon the lea
Alone, lest all the world should see.
My secret so divine.
But ah, the world has passed me by,
Nor read the secret, dear;
The poor old world, so dim of eye.
So dull of ear, 'twere vain to try
To make my feelings clear.
To those who cannot know as I
Thy heart when love draws near.
New York Home Journal.
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5 A SAILOR'S LOVE.
HE Gray Eagle
went on her
course, parting
the waves of the
Indian Ocean.
She was a packet
steamer in the
employ of a
great English
company, . and
carried many
passengers.
Among these,
standing on the
promenade deck
forward and looking across the broad
expanse of water before her, was a
beautiful girl, in the flush of her youth
and beauty.
In the wheelhouse stood a young
man, second mate of the ship, looking
at Mabel Vane. He was young, with a
bcid, manly face, curling brown hair
and beard and speaking gray eyes a
man, in grace of person, manly beauty
and pure heart a man worthy of the
name. He was only a sailor, and had
risen to his present rank from cabin
boy, but yet he dared to love the daugh
ter of the East Indian millionaire, Ar
thur Vane.
He loved her and had no hope loved
her as we worship a star which is far
beyond our reach. Nothing was fur
ther from his thoughts than to insult
her by telling her that he loved her; but
to be near her, to see her often, per-
GO BACK, YOU FOOI-sI"
haps to do some service which would
win a smile from her that was reward
enough for Will Clay.
She never dreamed of his adoration;
and be had heard her say among her
friends that she liked him better than
any other officer on board the Gray
Eagle. She said It in the careless way
of girlhood, and yet he treasured It in
his heart. Standing there, watching the
course of the ship and ready to give a
word of warning to the wheelsman if
It were needed, he never took his eyes
from her long.
"Mr. Clay," said the man at the wheel
as he gave It a half turn and rested
there, "don't you smell smoke?"
"It comes from the galley."
"Perhaps so, but what are they burn
ing rosin in the galley for?"
"Rosin," cried Will, raising his head
quickly and sniffing the air. He caught
the peculiar smell himself and leaped
down from the wheelhouse. "Keep
steady," he whispered to the 'man at
the wheel. "There may be danger, but
If there is, for God's sake, keep it
quiet"
The man nodded quietly and took a
firmer hold on the wheel. Will Clay
crossed the deck without apparent
haste, and yet with a fearful fear tug
ging at his heart. He caught sight of
the captain coming out of the gentle
men's cabin and hurried up to him.
"There is something wrong," he
whispered. "Don't you smell burning
rosin, captain?"
The old sea captain suppressed a cry
of horror. With fifty passengers on
board. In the midst of the Indian
Ocean, far from land, a fire was one of
the most horrible things which could
come upon a ship. ,
"Go forward and investigate," he
said, in a low tone. "If you find that
it is a fire, you know what to do. How
are the boats?"
"All right, sir; you may trust to
them."
They had good cause for fear. The
entire forehold was filled with rosin, in
boxes and casks, and if a fire started
there it might as well be in a nest of fat
pine. Will ran down to the lower deck,
where he was met by a crowd of ex
cited firemen and coal passers, who
were rushing madly on deck. Quick as
thought he seized the foremost and
hurled him back.
"Go back, you fools!" he cried.
"Where are you running to?"
"Fire!" whispered the man hoarsely.
"Fire In the forehold."
"Suppose there is. Is it your duty to
rush on deck and alarm the passengers,
.or get buckets and try to put out the
J fire? Back, there, all of you, for I will
'brain the man who dares to flinch a
.hair now! Stand back, I say!"
Xbe men cowed before big superior
NUNS WHO
In the heart of the Pyrenees, near the city of
Bayonne, though without the range of its vision,
lies secluded the strangest convent in the world,
the convent of the Bernardines, followers of the
patron St. Bernard. The votaries who enter there
spend their lives in an unending silence contem
plating death and its sequel. They never speak a
word to each other or to a living soul except at con
fessional, and they engage themselves by digging
graves and studying skulls and otherwise concen
trating their minds upon the theme of death. Yet
great as are the hardships they suffer they probably
SISTERS OF BERNARDINES DIGGING GRAVES.
house more distinguished persons than
any other order on the continent of Eu
rope. There are many princesses and
countesses among them, many of the
royal blood. Indeed, it is believed
nearly all are of high degree.
The convent migrated nearly a hun
dred years ago. It was started by sev
eral distinguished ladies, who, scorn
ing the world and all of its pomps,
withdrew to the solitude of the hills.
With their own hands they built a few
cabins, wherein the only furnishings
were a board and a straw pillow for
each to sleep on, and the only decora
tions skulls and crossbones.
The fame of these holy women
spreading throughout the country, ap
plications to join them were numerous,
so that in time quite a little group of
cabins was visible on the hillside.
Each person entering was required to
have enough of a fortune to support
herself in this fashion for the rest of
her days, for no bread-winning was al
lowed among the Bernardines. They
were there to mediate, to pray, to
adore and to glorify God, and to atone
in some measure by excessive mortifi
cation for the sins of the world. As
will and saw that they might yet do
something to save the steamer.
A guard was placed at the hatch, so
that no one could come down, and the
scuttle which led Into the forehold was
opened. No sooner was this done than
a dense volume of black smoke rolled
out, and the scuttle was closed again,
for Will saw that nothing could be done
in that way. The men ran forward with
axes, but had scarcely gone a dozen
steps when they felt the deck tremble
under their feet and saw small Jets of
flame shooting up through the planks.
A moment more and there was a sort of
explosion, and the red flames leaped up
suddenly and caught the planks above.
There was no hope of concealing the
danger from the passengers now, for
the steamer was full of smoke, and
wild cries from the deck announced
that the danger was known. They must
face the most terrible situation known
to the sea the one of all others the
most feared fire! Women shrieked
and fainted, strong men trembled and
could not -move hand or foot, and others
ran wildly about the decks rendering no
assistance. Mabel Vane, utterly be
wildered by the sudden horror, felt a
strong hand clutch her arm, and saw
Will Clay, blackened by smoke and
singed by flame.
"Go aft!"-he said, hoarsely. "Stand
on the port quarter and wait for me,
and I will save you or die trying. Obey
me, girl; I am your master now."
She looked at him in mute wonder
and obeyed him in silence. He sprang
away and began to fight the fire as he
could, aided by the ofllcers and crew
and some few of the passengers who
kept their heads. Among these was
Arthur Vane, a handsome old gentle
man, with an engaging face.
"You are a man, William Clay," he
said, as the two hurled the contents of
a greater water cask down the open
hatch. "If we ever escape the com
pany shall know that they have a man
in their employment. If we don't It is
all the same. Have you seen my daugh
ter?" "I sent her aft just now, and told her
that I would save her or lose my life.
And I'll do it too, because I love her."
"Love her you!"
"Just now you said I was a man,"
said Will quietly. "Lay hold on that
cask, you. What are you shirking for?
Can't we talk and work, too?"
A strange smile came over the face
of the old merchant and they hurled
the cask into the water and assisted
the man working at the fall in raising
it
"Don't think I'm a fool, Mr. Vane,"
said Will. "If I lived a thousand years
and saw her every day I wouldn't tell
her as much as I've told you. And
what's more, you wouldn't have heard
me say it If it had not come out before
I thought"
Mr. Vane said not a word, and Will
Clay was silent They worked hard to
save the steamer, but the flames gained
upon them inch by inch, and drove
them aft
NEVER SPEAK.
their only diet was bread and water
the entrance fee was not exorbitant.
The primitive cabins of the Bernard
ines yet exist and are yet occupied, al
though a more imposing edifice has
grown up around them.
At every few steps In the convent
hangs some inscription in huge black
letters which contains the word
"Death." It is impossible to forget for
one moment one's inevitable destiny.
"Are you prepared? This hour may be
your last. Reflect on death" is a sam
ple of the Inscriptions. Another one
that I noticed was to this effect: "That
you may not sin because you have
beautiful hair, cut it off. Beautiful
eyes and a beautiful face have caused
much sin. Detest them, and think
about Death."
The nuns' cemetery is within the
convent enclosures and is the favorite
resort of the Bernardines. Here they
promenade, praying for the dead, and
at 4 o'clock every day each one digs a
shovelful of earth from her own grave.
As the Bernardines are vowed never to
speak a word, the Servants of Mary at
tend to all of their necessities for them.
"Give it up, captain," whispered Will.
"Get out the boats and provision them.
Take time for all you want and we
will fight the fire."
The sailors worked with a will until
I they saw the boats drawing up to the
gangway ana tne passengers taking
places, when they left their work, and
sprang for the boats. The passengers
made a rush at the same moment but
as they neared the gangway they met
I Will Clay, a pistol in each hand, and
his eyes flashing fire.
"Stand back there!" he cried. "Do
you call yourselves men? Do you want
to swamp the boats, and spoil your only
chance?"
"Get out of the way!" hissed a gigan
tic Swede, raising his heavy hand. "Out
cf the way or I will crush you with a
single blow."
A pistol cracked and the man fell
back, shot through the shoulder. The
crowd recoiled before this determined
young man, for even in an hour like
this men fear sudden death.
"Keep back, I say!" repeated the
young mate. "Pass along those ladies
first for they go In the first boat"
The order was promptly obeyed, and
then six of the crew, called out by
name, went into the boat and pulled it
away from the gangway, under com
mand of the first mate. Boat after
boat pulled up to the gangway, re
ceived its load and pulled away. There
was no more rushing, for there was
death In the eyes of the young mate and
the captain, who had taken his place by
his side.
"My daughter is not in the boats,
young man," said Arthur Vane hoarse
ly. "Miss Vane," cried Will, "you can
come now."
Mabel, who had been standing apart
hurried forward. Mr. Vane stepped
into the boat and the last of the crew
followed. Then a panic seemed to
seize them and them pushed off, leaving
the captain and the mate upon the
doomed steamer, as long tongues of
flame leaped out toward the boat
Through this fiery barrier the two men
dashed and were seen striking out for
the boat
"Stop!" cried Mr. Vane. "You have"
left the captain and Mr. Clay."
The men looked at him fiercely, but!
the steadyj eye of the old man aweu
them, and the two were helped into the"
boat the captain supported by the?
strong arm of his gallant mate. Thei
boats pulled away together, while the
columns of flame which shot into thej
air announced the fate of the Gray
Eagle. They reached the islands safely
after a week had passed.
There is a yoifng man who sails a
steamer from London to Alexandrle,
whose name is Will Clay, and he is
married. The name of his wife is Ma
bel, for Arthur Vane, having "found a
man," knew how to make him all his
own. Exchange.
When a baby cries it never sheds suf
ficient tears to drown the noise,
OUR BOYS AND GIRLS.
f HIS IS THEIR DEPARTMENT OF
THE PAPER
Quaint Sayinsrs and Cute Doings of tne
Little Folk K very where, Gathered
and Printed Here for .11 Other Lit
tle Onea to Read.
I am a bit of ashes. How I came to
be here you wonder. I will tell you of
my travels. When I first remember It
was being on the back of a lamb whose
fleece was white as snow. I was the
fleece. I went around with the lamb
whose name was Fanny, for two years,
when the good old farmer came and
took Fanny and me down to a small
stream which flowed through his farm,
washed us and took a pair of large
shears and separated me from Fanny.
I, with a lot of my brothers and sis
ters, was put onto a wagon and drawn
to market by two large white horses.
I was then taken to a place called a
mill, where they spun, spooled and
wove me into a fine fabric. I was
hauled to a dry goods store, piled up
on a shelf among other pieces of cloth,
and finally a lady bought me for her
little girl whose name was Bella.- She
was a lovely little girl and thought me
very pretty. I was to be made into an
apron for Bella. She said that she
would like to have me made "empire."
Of course I didn't know what that
meant
They took me to the sewing-room,
and there a lady took shears and cut
me. Of course it hurt, but I was will
ing to stand anything for my young
mistress, Bella's sake. Then they
sewed me all up with a kind of thread
and put lace on me and then I was
ready to be worn. First I went to a
lawn party at a nice residence of a lit
tle girl named Leta Snow. We had a
lovely time (I mean Bella and I). They
served ice cream and all sorts of good
ies; all of which Bella seemed to en
Joy. After that I went to quite a few
parties. Then Bella only wore me to
school. And after a while only around
home until she grew tired of me and
gave me to a little girl named Glady
Jones, who was quite poor. She wore
me quite a while "for nice," as she said,
and then Just around home. Then lit
tle Johnnie, her little brother, in a pet
one night took the scissors and cut a
big hole in me.
Then Gladys made me into a dollie's
dress for Margaret her prettiest dolly.
After a while, she thought I wasn't
good enough for Margaret so she gave
me to Maggie;, her rag dolly. After
that Cecil, Gladys' younger sister,
tried to cut blocks for her dolly's quilt
out of me, but she didn't know how
very well, so she wasted me and I fell
onto the floor. Mrs. Jones picked me
up and put me Into the rag bag. An
old man came along and bought me
and I was taken to a shop and made
into smooth, shiny writing paper and
sold from the store to a little girl
named Hattie.
This little girl's mother was away
visiting and so Hattie wrote a kind let
ter telling her mamma to return as
quickly as possible. Her mamma was
visiting her little nephew's parents and
her little nephew found me on the table
and tore me into shreds. The nurse,
coming in later, put me into the stove,
and the consequence was that I am
now ashes. Now you have heard my
story. Good-by.
An Kveningr Amusement.
Rabbit Burterltf Hooijd
Camel Coot Woir
Ox. Reindeer
Bear Dog Coat
SHADOW GRAPHS.
New Jersey "Out of the Union."
Little New Jersey has the distinction
of occasionally being referred to as
"out of the Union," as if It had set it
self up to be an independent State.
The expression is one of such long
standing that many who use it do not
know its origin. Tradition has it that
after the fall of the French Emperor
Napoleon his brother Joseph, formerly
King of Spain, came to America with
the French prince Murat. The two
foreigners decided to purchase landed
property in America, but owing to
then existing State laws, prohibiting
a foreigner rrom owning real estate,
many States refused to let the refu
gees purchase land. At last applica
tion was made to the New Jersey Leg
islature, which passed an act enabling
Joseph Bonaparte and Prince Murat to
buy land in the State. The surrounding
States poked fun at "little Jersey" for
doing' what they had refused to, and
claimed that New Jersey was "out of
the Union" because it had a king who
was its social and political leader, for
the former King of Spain was for
many years one of the leading resi
dents of the State.
A Book's Request
'Please don't handle me with dirty
hands. I should feel ashamed to be
seen when the next little boy borrowed
ma. - -
"Or leave me out In the rain. Books
can catch cold as well as children.
"Or make marks on me with your
pen or pencil. It would spoil my looks.
"Or lean on me with your elbows
when you are reading me. It hurts.
"Or open me and lay me face down
on the table. You wouldn't like to be
treated so.
"Or put in between my leaves a pen
cil or anything thicker than a single
sheet of thin paper. It would strain
my back.
"Whenever you are through reading
me, if you are afraid of losing your
place, don't turn down the corner of
one of my leaves, but have a neat little
book-mark to put in where you stop
ped, and then close me and lay me
down on my side so that I can have a
good, comfortable rest." Selected.
Bis "I" in English Writing.
Did it ever occur to you that It might
seem very egotistical for you to write
of yourself with a capital "I" instead
of using the small and less obtrusive
one? The English use of the capital
"I" is one of the oddest features of the
language to a foreigner. If a French
man writes referring to himself he
makes "Je" (the French equivalent oi
"I") with a small "j." So with the
German, who may use capitals to be
gin every noun; he always uses the
small "i" In writing "Ich." The Span
iard avoids, as far as practicable, the
use of the personal pronoun when
writing in the first person, but he al
ways writes it "yo," taking pains,
however, to begin the Spanish equiva
lent of our "you" with a capital. In
English it is surely big "I" and littl
"you," as the old saying has It
CLEVER DOGS OF ESKIMOS.
Will Steal Food from Strangers' Tent",
but Hot from Their Own.
"Talk about dogs," said the old Alas
ka miner, at the dog show, "why, these
curs of high and low degree are not In
it when compared with the Alaska
mamaloot. 'Musha' him and a broad
smile spreads over his face, while his
tail curls majestically over his back,
and, with head and ears erect, every
step he takes is a poem in arctic snows
"From puppyhood up he takes to har
ness like a duck to water. He goes at
it with vim and vigor characteristic of
his ancestors. Rig the pup In any old
harness, and it's amusing to see how
good-naturedly he buckles down to
business, staying with it like an old
stager, never tiring, never feeling dis
couraged. One becomes very much at
tached to these exceedingly useful and
companionable animals, and they al
ways improve on acquaintance. The
longer you know them the better you
like them. With white men they are
at first disposed to be a little shy, but
they gradually make advances, and ul
timately take the visitors into full con
fidence. "When we pitched our tents on Nome
beach last summer we had a little ex
perience with huskies from the Eskimo
huts. In our absence from the tents
these dogs were inclined to take liber
ties with our provisions, but they did
it in such a scientific manner that we
felt more amused than outraged. The
dogs would form a skirmish line on the
outside, and then send their most skill
ed thief into the tent to reconnpiter for
meat and bread. If this thief failed
they would send another, and if he was
successful they would divide the plun
der In as intelligent and equitable a
manner as dog thieves were capable of
doing. These dogs were honest Injuns
at home, but they would pilfer from
the stranger. When they became bet
ter acquainted with us we could leave
the mess chests open and they would
never touch anything; they were on
their dog honor, and never violated it
only accepting food when it was offer
ed to tnem.
"I'm led to these remarks," said the
old miner, "from seeing men and boys
on the streets endeavoring to break all
manner of domestic dogs to harness.
They can't do it; It's utterly impossible,
because the poor brutes were not born
that way. The Newfoundlands or St
Bernards don't appear to have any In
terest in their new calling, and they
show it in their downcast tails and de
jected countenances. You must re
member that dogs have very expressive
faces, and show their feelings in a re
markable degree; they are the only ani
mals that laugh and cry. They have
shared my Joys and sorrows in the
bleak arctic, and this is why I have a
tender heart for dogs."
England's Great Resources.
An amusing story is going the rounds
of some Midland districts with refer
ence to President Kruger. A grandson
of that amiable old gentleman is said to
have been in communication with Pre
toria, and received a cable, "More ships
arriving. Are any men' left -in Man
chester?" Young Kruger. went to Man
chester and cabled back: "Regret
Manchester Is still full." A second
cable came from Pretoria: "Still more
ships arriving. What about Leeds?"
The answer was: "Regret Leeds also
full." A third cable came: "Try New
castle." Young Kruger went to New
castle and there saw a lift go down the
shaft of a mine empty, bringing up
eight men to the surface. Rushing off
to the telegraph office he cabled: "Stop
the war, grandpapa. England Is bring
ing up men from h 1!" London Black
and White.
South Africa Volcanic
South Africa Is of volcanic origin,
and the land in the vicinity of Kim
berley Is so sulphurous that even ants
cannot exist upon it
It Is said that Solomon never at
tempted to answer the questions of a
child. This is another proof of the old
gentleman's wisdom.
Every girl should have a silk petti
coat Its rustle sounds so rich she for
gets she hasn't a cent in the world.
U
Rearing Ducks for Market.
There are several kinds of ducks
reared for market but it is the most
profitable one which should be chosen.
Fancy often stands In the way of this
matter of profit. The poultry keeper
is too apt to look at his fowls through
the spectacles of fancy, and If his
birds please his fancy, he has plenty
of excuses to make for defects. But
this is not business, and when it is the
money coming in which is left to tell
the story, the tale is quite different. As
regards ducks, especially, there is a
great difference in the kind and breed.
Kind is distinguished from breed here
for the reason that there are many
kinds, good, bad, and indifferent aud
shades between, of every breed; and
sometimes it Is true that a breed gains
or suffers through the management
But figures won't lie,, unless they are
forced to by too much pressure. And
honest figures prove distinctly that
there are ducks which surpass others
in relation to breed. Fancy goes a long
way, and so each country seems to
PRIZE PEKIN DRAKE.
have its best variety. The English
choose the Aylesbury, the French the
Rouen, but on this continent having
no special national bird, we choose
that which makes the most money.
And by the general verdict of those
who keep ducks for profit In large
quantities, the Pekin is the best of all
breeds for money-making. Experience
has shown that this duck makes ten to
twelve pounds the pair at the same
age at which the Rouen duck weighs
eight pounds to the pair, which under
the best management is when ten to
twelve weeks old, and with precisely
the same consumption of food. This
duck is sufficiently strong-skinned to
dress without tearing, and has no dark
pinfeathers to blemish its appearance
at the market age as the Rouen has.
On every large duck farm where thou
sands are reared every year for mar
ket, the Pekin is universally the kind
kept
Egirs for Hatching.
Eggs for hatching should be gathered
almost every hour during the day, says
a poultry writer in the Homestead.
When the egg is laid it is in Its high
est state of freshness. If left in the
nest and one hen after another permit
ted to sit upon it the heat will start in
cubation, and if it is exposed to lower
temperature afterward, the germ is
killed and the egg decays. This is one
cause of so many spoiled eggs that Is
not generally known or heeded by poul
trymen. If the weather is cold they
should be gathered often to prevent
them chilling. The cold may not be so
much as to actually freeze an egg, but
it may be cold enough to chill it so it
will not hatch. An egg Is not frozen
so as to crack the shell until the ther
mometer reaches 10 to 15 degrees,
which is a point lower than should be
reached in any poutry house. After the
eggs have been gathered they should
be kept at about a temperature of 60
degrees and never be subjected to any
lower temperature than about 40 for
safety.
Keeps Horse from Slipping,
The necessity of keeping a horse's
shoes sharpened In winter weather to
enable him to keep his feet on Ice-cov
e r e d and slippery
pavemments has giv
en Inventors an at
tractive problem. One
solution offered is an
adjustable calk that
can be fastened to
the shoe temporarily
s.nd which can read
ily be resharpened at
will. It consists of
two bars, bent as
shown, with their adjustabu calks.
ends bent up into hooks so as to engage
with the shoe. As both bars are of
shorter length than the largest diam
eter of the shoe, it is evident that they
can readily be held in place with a
bolt and nut in the manner shown.
Wedge-shaped calks are fastened in
tapering holes formed In the bars, the
location of the holes being directly
over the iron shoe, so that they cannot
accidentally be driven through into the
hoof.
Packers in Poultry Business.
The poultry trade views with alarm
the giant strides made by the big pack
ing firms, meaning the Swift and Ar
mour companies, toward control of
what has ben for many years a profit
able business. These concerns have
for a year or more been making large
additions to the capacity of their poul
try packing plants, and, further than
this, they are represented to be now
reaching out for mastery over the
chicken producing territories of Kan
sas. Missouri Illinois and the Nertb-
j west. The margin of profits in the poultry-packing
business has been good fot
I those who operate on a comparatively
small scale, and it is uo wonder that
these two big packing firms should un
dertake to monopolize a field for which
they have exceptional facilities in mat
ters of transportation, storing and mar.
ket-reaching.
Cut Feed for Working Horses.
While the horse is kept during win
ter mostly in the stable whole oats are
probably better feed for him than
meal, says The American Cultivator.
The hulls of the oats, as farmers say,
"tickle his insides" and increase the
activity of his digestion. Some oats
may pass through undigested, but un
less the horse Is old and has lost hit
teeth this loss may be overlooked.
Anyway the fowls will get them. Af
ter 8 years of age horses should be fed
cut hay moistened and with meal on It
But any horse that Is hard at work
every day should bave his grain Id
meal and on cut hay. The meal Is
chewed with the cut hay Just as oat
would be. It Is well mixed with saliva
when it enters the horse's small stom
ach and passes into the intestines. So
it does the greatest good possible foi
the nutrition it contains. All old farm
ers say that horses will stand hard
work better on cut feed than on elthei
whole grain or meal.
Early Plants for the Garden.
Those who have an Incubator brooder
may have a green house on a small but
effective scale. Dig a hole in the ground
large enough to admit the brooder In
some sunny sheltered spot, bank pit
on north side eighteen Inches high and
have a tight wood or canvas cover for
use at night and stormy weather. The
brooder Is placed In this pit and the
opening to the sun is closed. Three
inches of good garden soil is placed In
the brooder. The seeds are' planted
In this soil and the proper temperature
maintained by means of the boiler
heated by lamp. A thermometer will
be used to test the heat' One can raise
their early garden plants in this way
with but little expense and less labor
than the old-fashioned method of
planting seeds in boxes placed in the
kitchen.
Shire Mare.
The Shire mare Hendre Crown Prin
cess was sold by Lord Wantage, a few
weeks ago, at public auction In Eng
land for $5,500, a phenomenal price for
a draft mare. She was got by Prince
Harold, one of the most promising
breeding horses In England, and her
HEXDKE CROWN PRINCESS.
dam Is by President. Her list of hon
ors won in the show-ring Is a long one
and includes first prize and gold medal
at the Royal Show held at Birming
ham. She was brought out in great
bloom the day she was sold and elicited
the keenest competition.
Coat of Fattening Cattle.
A fat steer of 1,000 pounds weight Is
said to have in It 500 pounds of water,
about twenty-five pounds of nitrogen,
eighteen pounds of phosphoric acid and
two pounds of potash. To buy thin
nitrogen to return to the soil it would
cost about $3.50, and the phosphoric
acid would cost about $1. In selling
such an animal raised on the farm and
farm products about $4.50 worth of fer
tilizing material Is taken. If bran, lin
seed meal or other grain Is bought to
feed it more than this would probably
be added to the farm, and It would be
growing richer, while if the hay and
grain it consumed had been sold off the
farm, it would hare been robbed of
much more. American Cultivator.
How to Locate Henhouses.
Poultry houses should not be located
on the north side of a clump of ever
green trees or to the north of buildings
that will shut off the supply of sun
shine In the winter time. Sunshine
should be present at all times of the
day; Its salutary effect will be. remark
able. In the summer time the fowls
naturally get all the sunshine they
want without our help, but at this time
of year we must give them our help.
Sunshine will keep the air dry, and
will, to some extent neutralize the
moisture constantly being thrown off
from the lungs of the fowls. A few
good-sized windows on the south side
will prove of immense value. Farm
ers' Review.
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Lime on Onions.
Lime is excellent on the onion bed,
as it assists in destroying worms. It
will also serve to make the manure
more available. The onion seems to
grow on the top of the ground entirely,
but It sends out roots far and deep, and
is one of the heaviest feeders of the
soil known. The land can not be too
rich for onions.
Stick to One Grade of Wool.
It pays better to keep a flock of sheep
with the wool as near one kind of
grade as possible that Is, a Shrop
shire ram should not be used one year.
a Lincoln the next a Leicester the
next and so on until the flock is mixed
up with a little of everything. Jona
Jackson,