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C0RVALLI8 SEMI-WEEKLY. VlATl. I Consolidated Feb., 1899. CORVALLIS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, JULY 17, 1900. VOL. I. NO. 12. ir. If, sitting with his little, worn-out shoe And scarlet stocking lying on my Knee, I knew the little feet had pattered through The pearl-set gates that lie 'twixt heaven and me. I could be reconciled, and happy, too, And look with glad eyes toward the jasper sea. If, in the morning, when the song of birds Reminds me of music far more sweet, I listen for his pretty broken words And for the music of his dimpled feet, I could be almost happy, though I heard No answer and but saw his vacant seat. I could be glad if, when the day is done And all its cares and heartaches laid away, I could look westward to the hidden sun And with a heart full of sweet yearning say, To-night I'm nearer to my little one By just the travel of a single day." If I could know those little feet were shod In sandals wrought of light in better lands, And that the footprints of a tender God Ran side by side with his in golden sands, I could bow cheerfully and kiss the rod, Since Bennie was in wiser, safer hands. If he were dead I would not sit to-day And stain with tears the wee sock on my knee; I would not kiss the tiny shoe and say, "Bring back again my little boy to me!" I would be patient, knowing 'twas God's way. And that he'd lead me to him o'er death's silent sea. But, oh, to know the feet once pure and white The haunts of vice have boldly ven- tured in, The hands that should have battled for the right Have been wrung crimson in the clasp of sin! And should he knock at heaven's gate to night I fear my boy could hardly enter in. Oshawa (Ont.) Vindicator. 5 LOVE AND LAW. J IM," said Mr. Perkins to his office (A boy, "put on some more coal." "Yes. sir." "And, do you hear? Take this packet of papers around to Penn & Ink's, and ask 'em what they mean by sending me such a blotted piece of work." "Yea, sir," and Jim, evidently pre ferring the snow-freighted air and slip pery sidewalks of the outer world to the close little law office, darted off like an arrow out of a bow. Mr. Perkins took out a fresh bundle of quill pens and a quire of legal fools cap and began to work in good earnest, when, all of a sudden, a tap came to his office door. "Come In," said Mr. Perkins, In a roice that sounded considerably more like "Clear out," and a young lady en tered, dressed In currant-colored meri no, with a little plumed hat.and a neat looking flat satchel on her arm. "I haven't anything to give," said Mr. Perkins, sternly. The young lady sat down uninvited, and then Mr. Perkins saw that she was very pretty. "I was not begging, sir," she said "May I ask, then, what was your bus iness ?" said Mr. Perkins, more frigidly than ever. The young lady took a parcel from her bag. "I don't want to buy anything," said Mr. Perkins. i "I was not selling, sir," said the lady. "Please explain your business at once," said he, tartly. "I have no time to spare." "Please allow he to do so. then," said the young lady. "I was soliciting sub scriptions for " "I don't want to subscribe," hastily Interrupted Mr. Perkins. "How do you know whether you do or not," inquired the young lady, with some spirit, "until you have seen the work, at least?" Mr. Perkins smiled a little. She was brusque, but he didn't altogether dis like that. And, besides, she was decid edly original. "Because there have been at least three of your craft before you this morning," said he, "all selling 'Illus trated Lives of Great Men.' " "But mine is quite different. Mine is 'Careers of Famous Women,' with steel plate engravings," persisted the young lady. "Your business Is overcrowded," said Mr. Perkins. "No; you needn't take the trouble to show me the book. Why don't you do something else 7" "Will you tell me what?" said the young lady, despairingly. "Will you help me to get anything whereby 1 may support myself V" "What can vou do?" "What can I do! That is what every body says," she answered, "and be tween you all I should starve. You are a lawyer. Will you give mo some law copying?" "Can you write a clear and legible hand?" Mr. Perkins asked. xbe young lady sat boldly down at a desk by the chimney-piece. "I'll show you what 1 can do," said she. Mr. Perkins looked over her shoulder as she wrote, in a quaint, distinct style, the words: "My name Is Amy Archdale, and I want to earn my own living." "Amy Archdale," repeated Mr. Per kins. "Rather a romantic name, isn't ttr "I had no hand in naming myself," retorted Miss Archdale, "so I can't just ly be held up to blame la that matter." wr. r-erKlns looked meditatively at her for a second or two. "I should think you might teach," said he. "I did try it," said Miss Archdale. "I was governess in a private family." "And why did you give it up?" "Is this a catechism ?" said Miss Amy, smiling. "Well, I haven't any objec tion to answering. Do you want me to tell you the plain truth?" "Certainly." "Well, then, It was because my lady employer did not like to have her grown-up son address me with common politeness. Perhaps she thought I was endeavoring to fascinate him, but she was entirely mistaken." "Oh!" said Mr. Perkins. "Please write down your address." "Are you really going to give me some copying to do?" she asked eag erly. "I am going to try you." For the first time the tears came Into her eyes. "I'll try my very best Indeed, I will," she faltered. "For I don't mind tell ing you now I haven't got a single sub scription, and I was so discouraged." And so Miss Amy Archdale walked off with a red-tape-tied parcel of papers under her shawl. "If she does them well and prompt ly," said Mr. Perkins, ina sort of men tal soliloquy, "there's no reason I can't let her have some more work. If she doesn't it won't be the first case of female swindling in New York. But she had a pretty, innocent little face, too hang it, I've half a mind to go to her address on the sly and see If she really is a deserving object of charity, I was going to say. But it isn't. She wants work, not alms. There's always somebody wanting something In this great, chattering Bedlam of a city of ours," added Mr. Perkins, irately, as he drove off two match boys, an apple girl, and a vender of pins and shoestrings from his doorstep. Mr. Perkins followed up his crochet and walked up to No. 6 Meassey street about dusk that self-same evening, heedless of snow and sleet. "Does a lady named Archdale live here?" he asked In the grocery which occupied the first floor. "Yes, sir, she do," the grocer's wife interrupted, pushing herself before her husband, "and a nice, hard-working young lady she is as ever breathed the breath of life,- and pays her rent regu larly every Saturday night, if she has 'VtX. SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN BO." to live on a cup of water and a crust. And if she's got any rich relation " "You mistake my purpose," said Mr. Perkins, coldly. "I am no rich relation to any one." Yet the woman's testimony, coarse and rudely given as It was, uncon sciously influenced him in Amy Arch dale's favor. She brought the folios next day, neat, legible, and without blot or erasure, and Mr. Perkins gave her some more work. "You needn't bring it," said he. "I I have business that way and I'll call for it myself." " "We haven't seen your Uncle Ellsha lately, dear," said Mrs. Molyneux Mar tin to her eldest daughter. "Kate must work a penwiper for him, and you must embroider him a pair of slippers. It won't do to let him lose sight of bis nearest relatives." "Ma," said Miss Katherine, "It's a pity you discharged Miss Archdale so suddenly, because she was so handy at fancy work." "And, besides," added Edith Rosa belle, "it really and truly wasn't her fault because Walter chose to make eyes at her!" "Don't use such vulgar expressions, my dear," said the mamma. "She was a pert, bold-faced thing, and would have eloped with your dear brother If she had remained in the house another week. And I told her so, pretty plain ly, too. Who's that? The postman? Give me the letter at once, Edith Rosa belle!" "Somebody has sent us wedding cards," cried the youngest hope of the family of Molyneux Martin. "Open it, mamma, quick, and let us see whom they are from." Mrs. Molyneux Martin hastily tore open the envelope, and giving one glance at its contents, fell backward with an hysterical scream. "Elisha Perkins!" she shrieked. "Girls, it's your uncle. Alas! my poor, disinherited pets!" For Mrs. Molyneux Martin has edu cated her daughters In the full belief that each and every one of them was to be an heiress in the right of Uncle Ellsha Perkins' money. "But, mamma, who's the bride whom has he married? You don't tell us the name," persisted Katherine, who was endowed with a goodly spice of Mother Eve's bequest. "I don't know! I don't care!" screamed Mrs. Molyneux Martin, tap ping the soles of her slippered feet on the carpet in a way that threatened a yet more violent attack of hysterica. "Pick up the cards, Kathie, and look," urged Edith Rosabelle. "Amy Archdale," she read aloud "Why, ma, it's the governess you dis charged! It's our Miss Archdale." "The old fool!" shrieked Mrs. Moly neux Martin. "To go and marry a glri young enough to be his granddaughter! Well, that caps the climax!" "You forget, ma," said Edith Rosa belle, "Uncle Elisha's only two years older than you are. I've heard you say so lots of times." "Hold your tongue, you ungrateful, undutiful daughter," ejaculated Mrs. Molyneux Martin. "I'll never speak to him again." But she did. Sober second thoughts convinced her that it was better to sub mit to the inevitable and she was one of the first to call on Mr. and Mrs. Elisha Perkins in the elegant brown stone house that the lawyer bought and furnished for his bride. And perhaps one of the most triumph ant moments of Amy Archdale's life was that in which she extended a gra cious and patronizing greeting to the woman who had turned her out of doors scarcely three months before. "Things do balance themselves even ly in this world, If one only has pa tience and faith to wait!" she said to her husband. Cleveland Plain Dealer. NAVAL BATTLE OF THE FUTURE. How Maritime Engagements Will Be Fought in the Next Century. The Stranger Excuse me, I am a stranger here. Will you kindly inform me why all these gayly dressed people are loitering on the shores of this bay? The Native Eh? Don't you know? Why, a great naval battle is being fought here, and the people for miles around have come to enjoy the event. The Stranger I'm new in this part of the country, but I'm not as fresh, perhaps, as I look. You tell me that a great naval battle is being fought here. And yet as far as the eye can reach I can discern no boat no, nor even a ripple on those placid waters. The Native That's all right. It's a submarine battle fought by submarine boats. They are now at It tooth and nail somewhere about the middle of the bay. The Stranger You astonish me. These people do not look as if they were attending a battle. The women wear summer frocks, and the men are in afternoon clothes, with top hats. And, see, there is a band over there! The Native Oh, yes; it's quite a function. That's the Marine band, and those women and men about it are the special guests of the Secretary of the Navy. You wait around a little while and we'll have some news. There, see! At that moment a black object like a mammoth strong cigar leaped up ward from the waters and lay quiver ing on the surface. Every opera glass was leveled at It, and the stranger slanted his hand above bis eyes so he could see better. A grimy man crawl ed from the midst of the thing and raised a huge megaphone to his lips. The Native Hooray! That's old Commodore Bob Evans' grandson! The man with the megaphone shout ed in a stentorian voice: "We've licked the blankety-blank-blank socks off of 'em!" Whereat there arose a great cheer and a flutter of handkerchiefs, and the Marine band played, and the Secretary of the Navy held an impromptu recep tion, and then everybody went home to dinner. Cleveland Plain Dealer. Memories of a Walts. "Did you ever try to dance with a for eigner?" asked a Louisville gentleman, who bad been traveling abroad, of the Detroit Free Press man. "I did once," he continued, "and that experience was more than enough for me. It happened at a ball at Mustapha, at the Hotel St. Georges. I asked an Austrian countess to waltz, and when we started I sup posed we would dance in the leisurely American fashion. "The countess had a different idea in her head. She preferred to whirl mad ly, like a dervish, on a space that could be covered with a parasol, and, on ac count of her superior strength, I clung to her and we began to spin. "Finally, when it seemed to me that we were performing our antics on the ceiling with our heads hanging down, I could stand it no longer, and, gasping for breath, suggested that we sit down. I saw two chairs galloping around the room and prepared to catch them on the next lap. We steered for them, I clinging helplessly to the athletic lady, and then we sank down. I sat dazed and almost insensible until I was aroused by the countess saying: 'Excuse me, but we are sitting on the same chair.' " Caesar Wasn't There. The man on the street car was talk ing to a friend about his trip through Greece and the tombs of the ancients he bad met with, and, after awhile, the old man opposite, who had been listen ing closely, leaned forward and re marked: "Sir, do I understand that you were in Greece?" "Yes, sir," was the reply. "And you saw tombs?" .-;v "Plenty of them." "Did you happen to run across the tomb of Julius Caesar?" "No, sir. Julius Caesar was not a Greek, you know." ,. "That's so that's so. Now, that you mention it, I remember that he wasn't. You see, I had kind of got Julius Cae sar and Christopher Columbus and George Washington mixed up, and I'm glad you set me straight Thankee, sir. Do as much for you some time. Go on with your tombstones." Washington Post. Spain's Hold on Africa. Spain owns In Africa over 200,000 square miles. FOR SUNDAY READING THE GOSPEL OF GRACE IS HERE EX POUNDED. Word of Wisdom, and Thought Worth Pondering Upon Spiritual and Moral Subjects-Gathered front the Religions and Secular Press. Archaeologists and anthropologists have long taken it for granted that the principles of evolution are especially applicable to the history of mankind, that man has progressed and that the farther back you go into his history the more savagery you will find. These scientists have hooted at the theological premise which starts with the "fall of man." Now archaeologists In the employ of the University of Pennsylvania find in the Euphrates Valley evidences of civilization 5,000 years before Christ The party under Prof. Hilprecht has found on the site of Nippur, which is the Calneh mentioned in the book of Genesis, with Accad, Babel, Erech, as one of the cities built by Nimrod, the son of Cush, ample evidence to prove that the nearer you get to "primitive man" the weaker the theory of squalid savagery becomes. When the cave men and savages of Western Europe were reveling In dirt and ignorance, in the region between the Caspian Sea and the Persian Gulf, there was a highly civil ized people, living in opulence and lux ury In large cities, with literature, arts and sciences, with an imposing archi tecture. At Nippur the excavations have left the level of the dawn of the Christian era behind, and down one can go to the monuments and atmosphere of Ashurbanapal, B. C. 600; then the visitor troads the level of the remains of the era of Kadashmar-Turgu, B. C. 1400, and, proceeding further, are en countered sculptured and other remains of a community living there back of the time of Abraham (about 1900 B. C.) and further on, the temple platform of Sar gon I. is reached, of date B. C. 3800, and, through the debris thirty feet, altars, urns and arches, constructed B. C. 4500, are seen. Here Is a civilization as highly developed as that of the Greeks. Tablets are found showing business contracts in legal form; mort gages, notes and agreements of all kinds, as leases, bills of sale, etc. The Inscriptions when read were found to fill many gaps in history and corrobora tion of the Bible historic allusions and statements, of a conclusive character, has been unearthed. Had not Nippur been besieged and" looted quite fre quently, very much more of value would be found; but enough remains to reveal highly civilized life in Mesopota mia and contiguous regions some 7,000 years ago and over. The records run far back of Abraham, and the first chapters of Genesis are shown to be an epitome of genuine history. The Hilbrecht party have secured over 40, 000 cuneiform tablets, containing dic tionaries, chapters of history, astronom ical calculations, architectural Inscrip tions, lists of taxes, plans of estates, multiplication tables and other evi dences that the daily life of the people was not so very different from our own. Des Moines News. A Heavenly Home. A soldier tells this story of the civil war: The armies of Grant and Lee were encamped near each other, and there was a lull in the fighting for sev eral days. At such times it was dif ficult for the commanders to prevent Intercommunications between the sol diers on both sides. Federal bread was often exchanged for Confederate to- . bacco, and the men engaged in games J in spite of orders to the contrary. One evening a band belonging to the Fed- j eral army played "The Star Spangled Banner," and the Federal soldiers cheered the music, but the Confederates were silent Then the band played I "Dixie," and it was the turn of the Con federates to cheer, but the union army gave no sign of approval. After a few national airs and favorite airs of the i Confederates had been played a band struck up "Home, Sweet Home." Then both armies cheered till the mingled voices of the opposing hosts made the air ring with their gladness. Here was a sentiment to which all could respond. The love of home is well-nigh univer sal In the human breast. Some do not love England; some have no lova for Germany; many do not love France; and some do not love the United States. They are not charmed by the Stars and Stripes, nor by our national .airs. But all men love home. "Be it ever so hum ble, there's no place like home." Our heavenly home is bright and fair. Here Is comfort for the poor and for the rich. The rich must soon vacate their magnificent homes and go into the -silent tomb. The poor have no homes to vacate, or, If they have any, they are altogether inadequate. But those who follow the Lord Jesus Christ have "a building of God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heav ens." The Father's Attitude. I have a daughter who Is a very wil ful child. She loves her own way. Sup 1 pose she should say to me, "Father, from to-night I am going to put my life into your hands, to do what you will. Your will shall be mine." Would you call her mother in and ask her what the child disliked, so that I could force her to do it? No. I say: "Our child is going to take our will from to night. Is there anything that is hurt ing her? Yes. Yes. Does she love It very much? Yes. Then we'll make it easy for her. I'll give her all a man can to make a girl happy. I'll take away only what will hurt her." ; '"A - "I . i God knows. He'll take away only What will hurt us. Say: "I am will ing to be made willing. Pray make me again. Make me a man. I yield. I can hold out no longer. Thy sovereign love compels me to say that thou art Conqueror." Before you go to sleep to-night, yield to Him, and He will be gin to make every one of you again. F. B. Meyer. Next in Importance. The book next in importance to the bible is 'The Pilgrim's Progress.' It has pushed its way to the front rank of book-making, and holds its place by the common consent of Christendom throughout the world, for It has been translated into many languages has secured more readers of a relig ious character than any book entant, save the Bible. As an allegory it is true to life; by its charming style it cap tivates the hearts of its readers and holds them tenaciously till the Pilgrim age is completed. It appeals to the ex perience of all alike to those in the higher walks of life, the rich and the great, the student and the philosopher, as well as to the most lowly. The pea sant in his cottage, the laborer and the mechanic, have wept and smiled over its simple eloquence and enchanting pages, as over no other book. It has no peer in the realm of book-making to dispute the first place with It in tb estimation of the religious world.--Christian Herald. The Guide Wa There. "Man's extremity is often surely God's opportunity." Some men were to climb a high mountain in Norway. A guide had been hired at a great expense, who was to call them in the morning. At the appointed hour they were awaken ed, but by a boy of only 10 years. The tourists remonstrated and said tbey had been cheated, for surely this boy could not guide them. But the boy could not understand and simply point ed to the mountain. So In disappointment they started, hoping in some way to et their money back. The boy led them for about two miles, when they came to the foot of the mountain, and there was the guide with all the appliances for climbing. He would not waste his strength in taking them along the comparatively safe path from the hotel. But he was ready to aid when the dangers were to be met. So often God does not reveal Himself till our time of need. PERSPIRATION A GOOD THING. It Saves Many Persons From Sickness by Cleansing the System. In hot days many people complain loudly that' they perspire too freely, little thinking, that to that fact they owe the good health they enjoj and Im munity from heat prostration or sun stroke. Perspiration is essential to health. A person in good health never suffers from the heat or cold uatlesg un duly exposed. One may be inconven ienced, but it Is a condition of health, rather to be sought than to be avoided. Too much of a good thing, however, is not desirable. Proper care of the body, proper diet, proper exercise, with pro per bathing, will produce the normal condition in which condition the heat will not oppress any one. Let me es pecially caution against the too sudden checking of perspiration. Millions of canals and tubes from the inner part of the body open their little mouths at the surface and through these channels as ceaseless as the flow of time, a fluid containing the wastes and impurities of the system is passing outward and is emptied out of the skin. This fluid must have exit or we die In a few hours. If it does not have vent at the surface of the body, it must have some internal escape. Nature abhors shocks as she does a vacuum. Heat distends the mouth of these ducts and promotes a larger and more rapid flow of the contained fluid; on the other hand, cold contracts them, and the fluid Is at first arrested, then dammed up and then It rebounds. If these mouths are gradually closed nature has time to adapt herself to the circumstances by opening her cannels into the great in ternal waterways of the body, and no harm folloW's; hence the safety and wisdom of cooling off slowly after any exertion, and the danger of cooling off rapidly under the same circumstances. Encourage perspiration, under proper conditions and with proper precautions. Always keep the surface of the body warm and clean and at the end of the season you will be mentally, morally and physically sound. Mou tains of the Deep. Many miles off the coast of New foundland the bottom of the ocean rises in a remarkable way and forms a com partively shallow basin enormous in ex tent and surrounded by water five miles deep. This region is known as the New foundland Banks, and is the famous trysting place of the merciless fogs and ice-clad brotherhood of the North. As these Icebergs approach tne warmer climate the action of the sun and water upon them is remarkable, and does for them what the sculptor's chisel does for the block of marble. Out of shapeless masses appear forms of the finest arch itecture; a drifting mountain careens, topples over, and finally twists itself into a beautiful cathedral or a many turreted fortress, set high upon an ele vation of clearest marble; vast interiors formed by icy arches springing from great bits of a breaking berg; and all these forms draped with rich traceries of cream-white lace In designs un dreamed of. Then, too, the melting Ice on the crests of these bergs falls down the slippery sides and Into the sea In streams and cascades; and, strange as It seems, this water Is always fresh, de spite the surrounding salt of the ocean. Woman's Home Companion. If a man Is made of dust that may explain way so many men are always dry. Portable Poultry Houses. Here are plans for portable poultry houses, which may be easily moved about to fresh ground. They are not too costly, but yet substantial. The plans here given are of houses which will accommodate fifty fowls each at least, and are light enough to be moved by a single horse. Fig. 1 Is a house that will cost about five or six dollars, needing only four hundred feet of boards, all complete, but without a floor which is not really required. The size is seven by five feet and seven feet high. The wheels are of wood, made of five or six pieces a foot In diameter nailed together, crossing the grain of each pieces to prevent splitting. Fig. 2 is eleven by eight feet and will easi ly hold a hundred fowls. It will cost about one-fourth more than Fig. 1. These portable houses are moved from one location to another by one horse KIG. 2. hitched by a chain to a ring in the front sill, and to sustain the draft a two-Inch plank is dove tailed into the front and end sills, and strongly spiked. The house is quite light not weighing over 1,500 pounds in all, and one-third less if the common siding, scant three quarters of an Inch thick is used. The Value of a Windmill. We take the following from the Farming World, as It tells what many would like to know: "The Wisconsin Experiment station thus sums up the value of a wind mill: To test the econ omic value of the pumping done by the mill a 2-horse power gas engine was put to running the same pumps, and it was found that it cost 95 cents to run the engine ten hours, and in that time it pumped 13,202 cubic feet of water, while the average for the mill was 3, 938 cubic feet in ten hours. Hence, it cost 32 cents to pump as much water with the engine as the mill pumped in ten hours. As the mill had an average of 14 hours per day, it would have cost 43 cents to pump as much water with the engine as the mill pumped each day, or $156.95 for one year of 365 days. Tests made in grinding corn with the power furnished by this windmill showed that when the wind had a ve locity of nine miles an hour, It would grind about 100 pounds an hour; a ve locity of twenty-five miles per hour g-oundf over 500 pounds per hour, and a velocity of thirty-five miles per hour ground over 1,000 pounds per hour. The 25-mile wind enabled the mill to develop about 2 2-3 horse power. The work done shows that In a whole year the mill would grind 15,560 bushels. The 2 horse power engine was able to grind on the same grinding mill as much in 136 days as the windmill would grind in 365 days, It costing 99 cents a day to run the engine. Hence, when applied to the corn mill the power of the windmill was worth 136x99 cents, or $134.64 per year." Irrigation Problems. There is probably at present no com mercial problem more important to the Western agriculturist than that of Ir rigation. Nowhere In the world Is fruit growing more highly developed than In California, and nowhere in this coun try Is water more valuable or more carefully handled and conserved. But irrigation has to be Intelligently ap plied, and. like everything else, may be overdone. Over-irrigation results In overgrown, insipid rruu. insufficient j moisture shows Itself In poor growth, j poor fruit and Intermittent bearing. One of the most popular methods of applying irrigation water, and one which is available to the small farmer, with a comparatively small outlay, is the furrow system, which consists In running the water through furrows, near together, usually about two feet ' apart. By ditching and the use of small reservoirs streams from springs or windmills, which. If left to them selves, would be lost within a snort dis FIG. 1. tance from their source, can be stored and made to water an acre or two of fruit and add many times the cost of the reservoir to the value of the crop. These and other interesting problems, some suitable for the humid regions, as well as the arid regions, are treated by a recent Farmers' Bulletin on Irri gation in Fruit Growing, about to be issued by the Department of Agricul ture for free distribution. ' Corn as a Substitute for Hay. The experience of last summer, so far as the hay crop was concerned, ought to put farmers on their guard to avpid a like result this year. To the man whose experience in growing for age crops is limited, corn should be the crop on which to bank, not only for needed summer fodder, but to harvest as a substitute for hay, if needed. The soil should be well fitted and enriched, and the seed of the variety selected drilled in so that it may be dropped In three rows at a time. Cultivate in the usual way, and that portion not used as green food during the summer should be harvested before frost In the fall. If well cut, cured and housed, this corn stover will make an excellent substi tute for hay if properly manipulated before being fed. Vast quantities of corn fodder are yearly ruined by being left in the field cut and uncut during heavy fall frosts that take much-of Its nutriment. If a silo is not on the farm, store the corn stalks under cover after curing, and when about to feed, cut in a machine that will split the stalks as well as cut them. Moisten this fodder with ground grain and all of the stock, even the horses, will thrive upon It. Exchange. The Prairie-Dog Pest. A correspondent In the Kansas Farm er says: "Six years ago I had a prairie dog town in my pasture. Its noisy pop ulation on a sunshiny morning could be counted by the hundreds. We had tried to reduce it with dogs, drowning out, and shooting, but the increase seemed steady and fixed. A miller who had used bisulphide of carbon to rid his mill of rats recommended Its use against prairie dogs. I procured two gallons of the odoriferous fluid, a buck-, etful of corn cobs chopped into short pieces, and a sharp pointed stick. Tak ing along a man wittf spade, I moved on the town. A piece of cob placed temporarily on the sharp point of the stick and dipped Into the fluid was in troduced Into each hole, and the stick withdrawn, leaving the cob. Then the top of the hole was filled with earth. Each and every opening we could find received this treatment. The next morning only two dogs showed them selves. When pursued they seemed to find holes that we had overlooked, but, as ours was a war of extermination, we administered the treatment to these holes, and we have never since seen a prairie dog in that pasture." A Good Pea Rake. Many farmers will And the rake a very convenient implement for gather ing fleld-sown peas. They should be raked out when they are damp, the windrows immediately loosened and made into bunches of the proper size for loading. They can then be drawn In when dry without much loss by shelling. I sow three and one-half bushels of the larger varieties to the acre with the drill, sowing early and as deep as possible. I find it is better to leave the surface of the soil ridged, so that when the vines go down, the air having a better chance to circulate un derneath, they are not so apt to spoil. Good results have been obtained show ing three bushels to the acre checked. C. L. Campbell. New Plants. The enthusiasm of seedmen frequent ly leads them to make statements In their catalogues that are not borne out by actual practice under all conditions. A given forage crop may produce abundantly under favorable conditions in a climate very different from that of Oklahoma. A forage crop that does well here may yield very poorly else where. For this reason farmers every where should be cautious before buy ing largely of untried seeds and plants. There Is an experiment station in each State that , is on the watch for new and good things, and these stations are in a position to know the truth about such things. " T i Cow Peas as Green Manure. The Agricultural Epltomist says seme of the farmers in the South have succeeded In growing larger crops after cow peas when they have taken the vines off for fodder, and plowed under the roots and stubble, than when they have plowed the whole crop under. It scarcely seems reasonable, and yet there may be abundant reason for it. But whether this is exact or not the crop of cow peas and vines are esti mated to be worth about $20 per acre for fodder, and we should much prefer to feed It out and use the waste, the excrements of the cattle that eat It to fertilize the soil with. Antiquity of Onions. Onions and cucumbers are two of the very oldest known vegetables. Like peas, the Egyptians grew them at least thirty centuries ago. Indeed, to the onion belongs probably the honor of being the first vegetable primeval man ever made trial of. Onions are not found growing wild anywhere, but a kind of leek Is not uncommon In South ern Siberia, which is very like the Welsh national emblem. Planting Sweet Potatoes. Take an old broom handle, 3 or 3 feet long, and flatten two sides slightly at one end and cut a notch one-half inch deep. The vines are cut from 15 to 20 inches long and dropped on raised rows every 200 baches. Drop three 'or four rows, then follow with the stick, pressing the vines in the beds about 4 Inches deep.