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Feeding Hungry Orchards.
New England Farmer.
If one may judge from what is seen in
riding through the country, a great many
farmers seem to forget that apple trees are
subject to the afUfifc laws that govern other
trees, plants, or shrubs which bear fruit, or
from which crops are obtained. In other
words, they forget that apple trees have a
work to do, and that they must be fed if
they would do that work satisfactorily and
well. They seem to think that orchards
form an exception to everything else on the
farm, and that there is little difference be
tween an apple tree and a birch tree in the
wood lot. Corn, and the hoed crops gen
erally, need manuring. Occasionally far
mers are found who believe in top-dressing
their grass lands even, but how very few,
comparatively, of those who have orchards
ever think the trees are hungry,- that they
need feeding, and that the fruit, to say
nothing of the vigor of the trees, would he
infinitely better, larger, and of richer quality
if the trees were sometimes given some
thing to eat in the shape of good fertilizers.
There are some orchard farmers who even
think, so much of their trees as to prune
Ferns as an Esculent.
Pacific Rural Press.
AN attempt is being made in France to
popularize the use of ferns as an article of
diet. Most of the common ferns, found in
our woods and forests, contain more or iesfc
starch, and when properly prepared are ex
tremely palatable. The stem, as it lies
buried in the ground, is of very unpleasant
taste and smell, and it would be impossible
to use it in this state. So, too, are the
young shoots of asparagus altogether unfit
to eat before they have protruded through
the soil of the beds on which they are
grown. But, like them, the fern, when ex
posed to the air and sunlight, becomes
fleshy, white, tender, and of remarkably
delicate flavor. One of the most famous
landscape painters of France is said to pride
himself more on his invention of an “ ome
lette aux- puintes de fouyere ,” than on any
of his highly successful artistic productions.
His specialite is prepared from the com
monest variety of all, the ordinary brake
fern. As yet, the use of ferns for food in
France is-Very restricted, and the authors
of the crusade in its favor are seeking to
gain converts to their doctrine by pointing
to the example of other countries. In
Japan, for instance, the habitants of the
lofty clay hill-lands almost live on the fern
all the year round. In spring they eat the
tender young leaves, called “warabi,” and
later in the season, on the starch which
they extract from the roots. This is pre
pared by washing the roots, bruising them
with a mallet, and stirring the crushed
pieces in vessels of water, at the bottom of
which the starch is deposited. The vessels
used are generally made from the hollowed
trunks of trees. As much as 15 per cent,
by weight is often obtained from the roots
thus treated. Every hamlet in Japan has
a special place set apart for this process,
the heaps of residue around which indicate
the great extent to which it is carried on.
To insure a rich growth of ferns, the natives
are accustomed to burn down the herbage
and brushwood under the oak and chestnut
trees every second or third year.
Celery for Rheumatism*
In celery there must be Home special vir
tue, if we only knew whet it is. Nothing
is made in vain, and thfe powerful smell and
extraordinary taste of celery are intimations
from nature that it has some special mis
sion. Mr. Ward, of Perriston Towers, Hess,
writes that rheumatism becomes impossible
if celery is freely used as an article of diet.
Unfortunately, he says cooked, celery ; for
it is the article in its raw state to which we
are all accustomed. “Cut the celery,” he
says, “ in*o inch dice. Boil in water until
e#ft. No- water must be poured away un
less drunk by the invalid. Then take new
milk, slightly thicken with flour, and flavor
with nutmeg ; warm with the celery in the
in the saucepan; serve with diamonds
of toasted bread round the dish, and eat
with potatoes.” “ Permit me to say,” he
adds, “ that cold or damp never produces
rheumatism, but simply develops it. The
acid blood is . the primary cause and the
sustaining power of evil. While the blood
is alkaline there can be no rheumatism and
equally no gout.” And Mr. Ward proceeds
to say: “ Let me fearlessly.say that rheu
matism is impossible on such diet, and yet
our medical men allowed rheumatism to
kill, in 1876, 3,640 human beings-—every
case as unnecessary as a dirty face. Worse
still; of the 30,481 registered as dying from
heart-disease, at least two-thirds of these
are due directly, more or less, to rheuma
tism and its ally, gout.
Advantages of Grafting.— lf old trees
produce poor or even indifferent fruit, and
they are still sound and vigorous, they may
be made productive and valuable by grafting
good sorts upon them. This work should
be done just as the buds begin to swell. If
the tree is a large one, only a portion of it
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should be grafted the first season, beginning
with the central part of the head. Great
care should be taken that the grafts are of
a good variety. The grafted tree is, in fact,
anew tree, all of the bearing parts of the
old tree are cut away, and anew head is
planted, so to speak, upon the old one.
Hence, the new top, or head, will bt of the
kind that is placed there, and unless good
kinds are selected, grafting will be useless.
Grafting is planting a cutting in another
tree instead of the soil. When we plant a
cutting in the soil, it forms roots of its own,
and the tree will be all of one kind. When
we graft, the cutting unites with a tree al
ready having roots, and the top, which
grows from the tree, will be of one kind,
and the the lower part of the tree will be of
another . —American A gri culturalist.
Whitewashing Trees.— lt certainty has
a tendency to close the pores of the trunks
as well as that it has an unnatural appear
ance. So far as it is declared that the
whitewash causes the old bark to scale off
and hiding-places of the insects to be dis
turbed—and this is about all that is claimed
for it—how much better for every farmer
having an orchard to acrape the trees once
a year, or only every other year, and follow
it with a washing of whale-oil soap or car
bolic soap and water, applied with a short
broom. This would be sure to dislodge the
insects, open the pores of the trees, and
give them a natural, healthy appearance.
This would do the work effectually, and
leave no room for doubt or discussion.
Whatever aid the whitewashing of trees
may be to their health and productiveness,
the best orchards we ever saw, which bore
full crops for a generation, were not white
washed, hut scraped and washed with soft
soap.
Fifty thousand acres of the hop plant are
cultivated in England; the inhabitants
of Bavaria also devote much time and pains
to its raising, while in the West great fields
are covered with it. Besides the great de
mand for the blossom used in making yeast,
the stem can also be utilized, in that it
yields a long, fine, soft, and elastic fibre
similar to flax.
Pet Stock.
Poultry Bulletin:
Notwithstanding the several years of
really “ hard times ” through which we
have passed, and from which we are now
just slowly emerging, there has been argood
demand, in almost all quarters, for pet
stock of all kinds, and the prices realized
by breeders have been generally satisfac
tory. Some wonder why “ men —yes, full
grown men—can see any real pleasure or
enjoyment in fooling away their time on
pigeons, or on rabbits, or on a flock of Ban
tams, or on pet squirrels, or dogs, or other
stock,” but they look no further than the
surface for an answer. Many a care-worn,
overworked business man has found real,
solid enjoyment and comfort in caring, dur
ing the little spare time they have at home
and away from business, for their pets,
whether those pets be chicks or other stock,
and in supplying their wants and needs,
and in watching the different phases of
their growth and development, find a
healthy relaxation from business cares,
which in many cases amounts to the saving
of a doctor’s bill. This is not overdrawn,
for we know of many cases where business
men would have brooded over their busi
ness problems so deeply while at home, if
they had had no pets to see to and divert
their attention for the time, they would
have worked their minds into such a state
that the body would soon have become
equally diseased andJdisordered, and sick
ness would have resulted. The boys and
girls, too, are kept out of much mischief
by having pets to care for, and especially
when they are permitted to call them their
own, for there is a charm about ownership
which to the young (and the old, too,) is
almost irresistible. Fathers and mothers,
try it with your boys and girls.
VERMIN. —The poultry house, says the
American Agriculturalist , if closely examined,
may be found to swarm with lice. A gray
mealy powder may be seen on the roost3 f in
crevices, and in the corners and joints of
the building. Take a common squirt can
filled with kerosene oil and inject the oil
into every crevice about the house. Repeat
this process if it is found necessary, and
very soon the fowls will be free from these
insect pests.
Fowls will need the best food if eggs are
desired. Wheat steeped in boiling water,
and given hot, and hot baked potatoes
crushed with a masher, are as good food as
can be given ; water slightly warmed with
a email quantity of sulphate of iron (cop
peras) in it will be useful. Allspice mixed
with corn-meal mush is an excellent condi
ment, and by no means costly. Laudanum
in ten-drop doses has been found a remedy
for the cholera, or poultry intestinal fever,
which has destroyed so many birds.
Geese and ducks are profitable birds, and
may be kept where there is cheap grazing.
Half a dozen geese will soon fill a good*
sized feather-bed or a pair of pillowl The
white ducks are perhaps equally useful in
this way. Both should be closely watched
and kept up at nights, or they will drop
their eggs abroad. The eggs should be
gathered and kept in a cool, but not cold,
place until they are wanted for setting.
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If you want eggs in winter, never keep
old hens. When a hen is three years old
put her into the soup-pot.
—Fears are entertained that Bismark can
not recover.
CARTERSVILLE, GA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 1880.
Neighbor Jones.
Atlanta Constitution.
I’m thinking, wife, of neighbor Jones,
the man with the stalwart arm—
He lives in peace and plenty on a forty
acre farm;
When men are all around us with hearts
and hands a-sore,
Who own two hundred acres, and still are
wanting more.
He has a pretty little farm, a pretty little
house ;
He has a loving wife within, as quiet as a
mouse ;
His children play around the door, their
father’s heart to charm,
Looking just as neat and tidy as the tidy
little farm.
No weeds are in the cornfield, no thistles
the oats;
The horses show good keeping by their fine
and glossy coats;
The cows within the meadow, resting ’neath
the beechen shade,
Learn all their manners from a gentle
milking maid.
Within the fields on Saturday, he leaves no
cradled grain
To he gathered on the morrow, for fear of
coming rain ;
He lives in joy and gladness, and happy
are his days;
He keeps the Sabbath holy ; his children
learn the ways.
He never had a lawsuit to take him to the
town.
For the very simple reason, there are no
fences down ;
The bar-room in the village for him has
not a charm ;
I can always find my neighbor on his forty
acre farm.
His acres are so few that he plows them
very deep ;
’Tis his own hands that turn the sod, ’tis
his own hands that reap ;
He has a place for everything, and every
thing in its place;
The sunshine smiles upon his fields, con
tentment on his face.
May we not learn a lesson, wife, from pru
dent neighbor Jones,
And not sigh for what we haven’t —give
vent to sighs and groans?
The rich aren’t always happy, nor free
from life’s alarms,
But blest are those who live content, though
small may be their farms.
“ What Church?”—Burdette’s Talk
with a Brakeman.
X. X. X. in Burlington Hawkeye.
On the road once more, with Lebanon
fading away in the distance, the fat passen
ger drumming idly on the window-pane,
the across passenger sound asleep and the
tall, thin passenger reading “ General
Grant’s Tour Around the World.” To me
comes the brakeman, and seating himself
on the arm of the seat says :
“I went to church yesterday.”
“Yes?” I said with that interested in
flection that asks for more. “And what
church did you attend? he asked.
“Some Union Mission Church ?” I haz
arded.
“Now, he said, “ I don’t like to run on
these branch roads very much. I don’t
often go to church, and when I do I want
to run on the main line, where your run is
regular and you go on schedule time and
don’t have to wait on connections. I don’t
like to run on a branch. Good enough, but
I don’t like it.”
“Episcopal ?” I guessed.
“Limited express,” he said, “ all palace
cars and $2 extra for a seat; fast time, and
only stop at the big station. Nice line, but
too exhaustive for a brakeman. All train
men in uniform, conductor’s punch and
lantern silver-plated, and no train boys
allowed. Then the passengers are allowed
to talk back at the conductor, and it makes
them so free and easy. No I couldn’t stand
the palace cars. Rich road though. Don’t
often hear of a receiver being appointed
for that line. Some mighty nice people
travel on it, too.”
“Universalist ?” I suggested.
“Broad-guage,” said the brakeman, “does
too much complimentary business. Every
body travels on a pass. Conductor doesn’t
get a fare once in fifty miles. Stops at all
flag stations, and won’t run into anything
but a Union depot. No smoking car in the
train. Train orders are vague through
and the train-men don’t get along well with
the passengers. No, I don’t go to the
Universalist, though I know some awful
good men who run on the road.”
“Presbyterian ?” I asked.
“Narrow-guage, eh 7” said the brakeman,
“ pretty track, straight as a rule, tunnel
right through a mountain rather than go
around it spirit-level grade; passengers
have to show their tickets before they get
on the train. Mighty strict road, but the
cars are a little narrow ; have to sit one in
a seat and no room in the aisle to dance.
Then there is no step-over tickets allowed ;
got to go straight through to the station
you’re ticketed for, or yon can’t get on at
all. When the car’s full, no extra coaches :
I
cars built at the shops to hold just so many
and no more allowed on. But you don’t
often hear of an accident on that road. It’s
run right up to the rules.”
“Maybe you joined the Free Thinkers ?”
I said.
“Scrub road,” said the brakeman, “dirt
road-bed and no ballast; no time card and
no train dispatcher. All trains run wild
and every engineer makes his own time,
jast as he pleases. Smoke if you want to ;
kind of go-ae-you-please road. Too many
side tracks, and every switch wide open,
with the watchman sound asleep and that
target lamp dead out. Get on as jrou please
and get off when you want to. Don’t have
to show your tickets, and the conductor
isn’t expected to do anything but amuse
the passengers. No, sir, I was offered a
pass, but I don’t like the lines. I don’t
like to travel on a road that ha 9 no termius.
Do you know, sir, I asked a division super
intendent where that run to, and he
said he hoped to die if he knew. I asked
him if the general superintendent could
tell me, and he said he didn’t believe they
had a general superintendent, and if they
had, he didn’t know any more about the
road than the passengers. I asked him
who he reported to, and he said ‘nobody.’
I asked a conductor who he got his orders
from, and he said he didn’t take orders
from any man or dead ghost. And when I
asked the engineer who he got his orders
from, he said he’d like to see anybody give
him orders, he’d run that train to suit him
self or he’d run it into the ditch. Now,
you see sir, I’m a railroad man ; and I
don’t care to run on a road that has no
time, made no connections, runs nowhere,
and has no superintendent. It may be all
right, but I’ve railroaded too long to under
stand it.”
“Did you try the Methodist?” I said.
“ Now you’re shouting, ” he said with
some enthusiasm. “Nice road, eh ? Fast
time and plenty of passengers. Engines
carry a power of steam, and don’t you for
get it; steam gauge shows a hundred and
enough all the time. Lively road; when
the conductor shouts ‘all aboard,’ you can
hear him to the next station. Every train
light shines like a headlight. Stop-over
checks given on all through tickets; pas
sengers can stop off’ the train as often as he
likes, do the station two or three days and
hop on the next revival train that comes
thundering along. Good, whole-souled,
companionable conductors; ain’t a road in
the country where the passengers feel more
at home. No passes ; every passenger pays
full trafic rates for his ticket. Wesleyan
house air brakes on all trains, too ; pretty
.safe road, but I didn’t ride over it yester
day.”
“Maybe you went to the Congregational
Church?” I said.
“Popular road, said the brakeman, “an
old road, too; one of the very oldest in the
country. Good road-bed and comfortable
oars. Well managed road, too; directors
don’t interfere with division superintend
ents and train orders. Road’s mighty
popular, hut it’s pretty independent, too.
See, didn’t one of the division superintend
ents down East discontinue one of the
oldest stations on this line two or three
years ago ? But it is a mighty pleasant
road to travel on. Always has such a
splendid class of passengers.”
“ Perhaps you tried the Baptist ?” I
guessed once more.
“ Ah, ha !” said the brakeman, “ she’s a
daisy, isn’t she? River road; beautiful
curves; sweep around anything to keep
close the river, but it’s all steel rails and
rock ballast, single track all the way, and
not a side track from the round house to
the terminus. Takes a heap of water to
run it through; double tanks at every
station, and there ins’t, an engine in the
shops that can pull a pound or run a mile
in less than two guages. But it runs
through a lovely country ; these river roads
always do; river on one side and hills on
the other, and it’s a steady clime up the
grade all the way till the run ends where
the fountain head of the river begins.
Yes, I’ll take the river road every time for
a lovely trip, sure connections and good
time, and no prairie dust blowing in at the
windows. And yesterday, when the con
ductor came around for the tickets with a
little basket punch, I didn’t ask him to pass
me, but I paid my fare likE a little man—
twenty-five cents for an hour’s run and a
little concert by the passengers throwed in.
I tell you, Pilgrim, you take thp river road
when you want —”
But just here the long whistle from the
engine announced a station, and the braks
man hurried to the door, shouting:
“Zanesville ! This train makes no stops
betw jen here and Indianapolis l”
A Child’s Kiss Did It.—He was a surly
convict named Jim, and a very bad fellow.
The guide asking his assistance:
“Jim, won’t you help this little girl up
stairs ?”
The convict hesitated, a scowl on his face,
and the little girl held her hands out to
him, and said :
“If you will, I guess I’ll kiss you.”
His scowl banished in an instant, and lie
lifted the child as tenderly as a father.
Half way up the stairs she kissed him. At
the head of the stairs she said :
“Now you’ve got to kiss me, too.”
He blushed like a woman, looked into
her innocent face, and then kissed her
cheek, and before he reached the foot of
the stairs again the man had tears in his
eyes. Ever since that day he has been a
changed man, and no one in this place gives
less trouble.
—The works for the railway across the
isthmus of Tehuantepec have been com
menced. The line will be one hundred and
fifty miles long.
The soldier who tries to dodge bullets is
more likely to be hit than if he kept his
place steady in the ranks.
—The whole number of claims decided
by the Southern Claims Commission last
year was 2,290 ; allowed, 553 ; disallowed,
1,737. The allowed claims amounted to
$241,611.22; amount refused, $5,456,849.34.
A Loving Heart.
Sunny eyes may lose their brightness,
Nimble feet forget their lightness
Pearly teeth may know decay
Raven tresses turn to gray ;
Cheeks be pale and eyes be dim
Faint the voice, and weak the limb;
But, though youth and strength depart,
Fadeless is a loving heart.
Like that charming little flower,
Peeping forth in wintry hour.
When the summer’s breath is fled.
Gaudier flowerets faded dead;
So when ontward charms are gone,
Brighter still doth blossom on,
In spit, of time’s destroying dart,
The gentle, kindly loving heart.
AY, in worldly wisdom old ;
\ r e, who bow the knee to gold ;
Doth this earth as lovely seem
As it did in life’s young dream,
Ere the world had crusted o’er
Feelings good and pure before,
Ere you sold at Mammon’s mart
The best yearnings of the heart?
Grant me, Heaven my earnest prayer,
Whether life of ease or care
Be the one to me assigned,
That each coming year may find
Loving thoughts and gentle words
Twined within my bosom’s chords,
And that age may but impart
Riper freshness to my heart.
The Immensity of the Stars.
We take from Le Monde de la
Science the following interesting
“Consideration on the Stars,” by
Prof. J. Yinot:
“It is known that the stars are
true suns, that some of them are
larger than our own sun, and that
around these enormous centers of
heat and light revolve planets on
which life certainly exists. Our
sun is distant from us 38,000,000
leagues, but these stars are distant
at least 500,000 times as far—a dis
tance that, in fact, is incommensur
able and unimaginable for us.
Viewed with the unaided eye the
stars and the planets look alike—
that is, appear to have the same di
ameter. But, viewed through the
telescope, while the planets are seen
to possess clearly appreciable diam
eters, the stars are still only mere
luminous points. The most power
ful existing telescope, that of Mel
bourne, which magnifies 8,000
times, gives us an image of one of
our planets possessing an apparent
diameter of several degrees. Jupi
ter, for instance, which, seen with
the naked eye, appears as a star of
the first magnitude, with a diameter
of 45" at the most, will in this teles
cope have its diameter multiplied
8,000 times, and will be seen as if it
occupied in the heavens 100°.
Meanwhile, a star alongside of Ju-
piter, and whieh to the eye is as
bright as that planet, will still be a
simple dimensionless point. Never
theless that star is thousands of
times more voluminous than the
planet!
“Divide the distance between us
and a planet by 8,000, and you
have for a result a distance relative
ly very small; but divide by 8,000
the enormous number of leagues
which represent the distance of a
star, and there still remains a num
ber of leagues too great to permit
of the stars being seen in a percep
tible form. In considering Jupiter,
or any of the planets, we are filled
with wonder at the thought that
this little luminous point might hide
not only all the visible stars, but a
number 5,000 fold great —for of
stars visible to our eyes there are
only about 5,000. All the stars of
these many constellations, as the
Great Bear, Cassiopeia, Orion, An
dromeda, all the stars of the zodiac,
even all the stars which are visible
only from the earth’s southern hem
isphere, might be set in one plane,
side by side, with no one overlap
ping another, even without the
slightest contact between star and
star, and yet they would occupy so
small a space, that, were it to be
multiplied 5,000 fold, that space
would be entirely covered by the
disk of Jupiter, albeit that disk to
us seems to be an inappreciable
point.”
A gentleman visited an unhap
py man in jail awaiting his trial.
“Sir,” said the prisoner, tears run
ning down his cheeks, “I had a
good home education. My street
education ruined me. I used to
siip out of the house and go off with
the boys in the street. In the street
I learned to lounge ; in the street I
learned to swear; in the street 1
learned to smoke; in the street I
learned to gamble; in the street I
earned to pilfer and do all evil. Ob,
S. A. CUNNINGHAM.
sir, it 13 in the street the devil
lurks to work the ruin of the
young ! ”
What Shall We Read?
A more important topic seldom
arises in any home than that of
household reading. Here is one of
the most subtle, and yet potent, ed
ucating forces. That Christian
parents are so often indifferent to it,
is simply amazing. We are scrupu
lous respecting the company our
children keep; we want them to
hear only sound orthodox preach
ing ; we object to their being taught
in the Sabbath-school by any but
conscientious Christian persons;
and yet, we allow the devil to sow
the tares of a dissipating and cor
rupting literature among our chil
dren while we sleep.
And the children of this world,
being wiser in their generation than
the children of light—oftentimes—
have a way of so sugar-coating, and
falsely labelling, and speciously ad
vertising their poisonous and trashy
publications, that even good parents
must be wide-awake, or they will
unwittingly admit an infection or a
curse into their homes. None can
doubt that the daily habits of read
ing go far toward the formation of
character, good or bad. None can
doubt that corrupt literature is at
once abroad and flowery road that
“ leadeth to destruction.' “Man} 7
there be that go in thereat.”
When parents decide what litera
ry companionship, what books and
papers they will choose for their
children, they decide whether the
mental and moral development of
children shall be good or bad;
whether solid or sandy foundations
shall be laid for their future ; wheth
er home discipline and home life
shall be a success or a failure;
whether the forces of good or of
evil shall probably mould their
future life and destiny. For read
ing matter in the home operates
constantly and mightily, like an at
mospheric influence, almost impal
pable but wholly real, interfusing
the character with good or bad
qualities.
Can the evil of unwise and perni
cious reading be overcome ? Large
ly it can. Parents have in their
possession the instrument of over
coming it. But too often they grasp
that instrument by the blade instead
of the handle.
Many parents underestimate the
importance of providing ample
reading matter for the household.
Others heedlessly let the children
select, or outside advisers and in
truders select or suggest for them,
and an unfit choice is quite apt to be
made. Others will buy the cheap
est books and papers, deeming this
co be safe economy ; and still others
insist that the dryest, dullest, prosi
est reading mortal ever saw, is good
enough for their families, if so be it
is orthodox beyond dispute, and re
ligious in the most dreadful sense
into which that word can be tor
tured.
“Get the best!” the gifted, the
brilliant, and even fascinating books
and papers; radiant, sparkling,
forceful, stirring, engaging—the
market abounds in such —that are
also high in moral tone, pure, stim
ulating, and instructive; and let
the falsehood, that only evil books
are charming, be thus practically re
futed. — Evangelist.
Wool. —From a careful estimate the
commercial papers of Boston report for the
loth of January, ISBO that there was on
hand in New England the aggregate of
13,495,592 pounds of wool, a half million
less than in January, 1879, and this in the
face of a greater demand for manufacturers,
and about 50 per cent, more in price. In
Canada January, 1879, there were 2,000,000
pounds on hand and comparatively none
now in 1880. But Canada is importing
African wool, receiving in December 190,-
000 pounds. There are now at sea for the
ports of the United States 18,000 bales of
wool from Australia, equal to 7,000,000
pounds. All the eastern manufacturers are
buying even those holding large stocks, and
prices are maintained up to morethan last
reported, ranging as high as 55 cents a
pound. Wool is much lower in England
than in the United States for like kinds and
qualities, and importations are likely to be
from thence.
Orange Cake in Layers.—Two eggs,
two cups sugar, a large tablespoon of butter,
one cup of milk, ffour to make as stiff’ as
cup cake ; flavor to taste.
Louis Shyer, well known in Cartersville,
is now in Nashville with his father, M.
Shyer, dealer in hides. Louis wants the
skin of that large beaver.