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EDITORIAL NOTES.
One of the most triumphant luxurlei
of recent device is the rubber tare on
carriage wheels. j
I In trie Germau army practically
every soldier is able to read and write.
In the Russian army only thirty per
cent, can do the same. In Italy the
percentage is sixty, in Greece seventy.
r Women lawyers are becoming plenti¬
ful enough, but the New York Tribune
professes to think that their highest
ambition will never be realized until
they become judges. Then they can
have the last word.
The New Hampshire courts have just
sustained a law by which the State is
entitled to any excess of profits over
ten per cent, earned by any railroad in
that State. Under the decision the
State recovers $750,000 from the
Lawrenceville and Manchester Rail¬
road.
fP Grover Cleveland has upset the post-
office business in Princeton, N. «T.
The postmaster and the clerks are
sweating under the increased weight of
mail, and the postmaster has applied
to headquarters in Washington for an
extra carrier anil a special Cleveland
mail sorter.
The following are the commonest
names in New York, according to the
New York city directory of 1897, from
which they are selected: Smith, 3183;
Brown, 1562; Miller, 1495; Murphy,
1210; Meyer, 1103; Johnson, 1080;
Kelly, 1074; Cohen, 1006; Levy, ’ 961;
William, 893; Jones, 892; Murray,
884; W T ilson, 873; Clark, 848; Sullivan,
820; Martin, 816; 'White, 782; Davis,
762; O’Brien, 760; Ryan 752; Moore,
752.
.. A circus floated noisily into Bridge-
ton, N. J., one day recently and the
city’s chief industry:—glassmaking—
had to halt for a whole day. The ten¬
ding boys failed to appear at the East
Lake and the Bridgeton Works, and
the fires had to be blocked. At the
Cohansey Works the boys were
tempted with offers of extra pay for
the day, but they declined it with
scorn. The circus was too much for
them.
In addition to the Earldom which,
it is asserted, the Queen is to confer
upon Mr. Gladstone’s youthful grand¬
son, the real owner of Hawarden Cas¬
tle—-of which his grandparents are only
life tenants—it is asserted that Queen
Victoria will further signalize the
sixtieth anniversary of her succession
to the crown by appointing the Grand
Old Man a Knight of the Garter. This
distinction, which has not been con¬
ferred upon anyone save princes and
peers since the days of Sir Robert
Walpole, would still enable Mr. Glad¬
stone to go down to posterity under his
own name and as one of the greatest
commoners.
The American Agriculturist says :
Less is heard of Australia as a com¬
petitor in the dressed beef trade with
Europe. This will always be import¬
ant, yet there is no occasion to fear the
United States will soon lose its foreign
meat trade. Beef from the colonies
sells in England at a lower price, hut
there is also a wide difference in qual¬
ity. Australia has not yet brought
ocean refrigeration to the perfection
attained by our own exporters, while
the saving in distance and time must
always rest with this country. Eng¬
land demands a choice quality of beef,
however, and right here is where many
of our own farmers can make the most
orofitable use of abundant feed crops.
Not only has England the greatest
navy in the world, but she has sup¬
plied almost every other nation with
most of their warships. The Argentine
Republic has six armored vessels, of
which four were built at Birkenhead,
one at Poplar, and one in Italy. Of
' her numerous cruisers and gunboats,
all hut two were built in England.
Chile has four armored ships, of which
three were built here, says Answers,
a London paper. Greece has got
twelve of her thirteen cruisers from
us; Italy has come here for four of her
largest battleships; and eight of
Japan’s armored warships were made
in Britishlyards, as well as six of her
cruisers. Holland has five warships
built in England; Spain has six; Tur¬
key has twelve, and Portugal has
twelve. The Great Powers prefer
home-made vessels, but Germany has
two large armored ships which she
bought from English builders about
twenty years ago.
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“Many a yarn wiU ne’er be unrolled; told,
And many a line ne’er be
Many a lunch will go for naught,
Or to the fish that go uncaught.”
HE Mermaid I >
trilled most roguish gayly,
Vi and cast a
glance at her com¬
panion. The time
^1 was nine or there¬
la in™ / i ]V~ abouts of a bright
■ forenoon; the
scene
i §» was the quarter¬
deck of the tug Nes¬
SG-- tor, with T y b e e
Lighthouse gleam¬
ing in the sunlight some miles be-
[ yond.
“The Mermaid,” or the Pilot’s
daughter, as she was. called by most
people, or Kitty Watson, by formal
name, swung on her heel and smiled
| vivaciously upon the young man bal-
ancing on'a camp-stool. You don t
be Derick Tinders
smiled calmly at
her predictions.
Since the tug had left the wharf the
two had spent most of their time to-
£ etlier ’ Most, but not all. Thepilot-
house of a vessel has a fatal fascination
for young women. And though young
Trowbridge, the pilot, had been attend¬
ing strictly to business all the morn¬
ing, and had kept a more persevering
lookout ahead than the fair weather
seemed to render necessary, Kitty hail
made several visits to the pilot-house.
However, for the last twenty minutes
Kitty had devoted her entire attention
to Landers.
“I suppose you have sailed these
waters many times, Kitty,” he re¬
marked.
“Hundreds of times. After mama
died, papa always took me with him
when I was not in school, and he did
not expect to be out all night; and, in
spite of all his precautions,! have slept
many a night under a tarpaulin, and
slept soundly, too.”
“While ‘papa’ watched!”
“Yes; but in the morning I’d steer
while he slept, if the wind was light.”
“These small hands couldn’t do
much in a storm, I fancy, even now,”
ventured Fred, gallantly.
Kitty flushed at the compliment, but
protested, archly, “Never judge the
strength of a woman’s hand, sir, until
you have felt the weight of it. And I
have steered in a storm. When the
boom broke papa’s arm, I steered thir¬
ty miles in a driving wind.”
“I can hardly believe it. But doubt
less some day you will just as skillfully
steer some happy man’s household.”
“I am not so sure I could do as well
as that, ” she replied, with heightened
color, for Fred’s conversations of late
had shown a decided “drift.” “Ahouse¬
hold in a storm is harder to manage
than a ship—I’m told,” she suggested,
doubtfully.
“It all depends on your crew,” he
answered, watching her keenly.
“I suppose so,” she said, glancing
at him with a timidity that was un¬
usual.
Landers returned a glance in which
there was certainly more than a pass¬
ing tenderness.
“We are near the Banks,” said
Kitty, in an altered tone, rising. A
moment later the gong sounded.
“We are evidently there,” replied
Landers, “but how you knew it is
more than I can tell."
“How I knew it is more than I can
tell, too,” she retorted, briskly. “I
just knew it.”
“There used to be a buoy here,” she
ran on, baiting hooks with cut fish in
a business-like manner, “but these
fishermen, who think that God made
blackfish for them exclusively, out it
loose.”
She deftly dropped a line overboard,
and after running it out ten or twelve
fathoms, she cried, confidently, as the
line slackened, “We’re there!” and
fastened it to the railing. Then she
quickly baited and ran out two other
lines, fastening them likewise.
“Now fish to your heart’s content,”
she commanded. “I don’t care much
about it, but I’ll take a run around to
see if there isn’t some other poor help¬
less creature that needs me,”
Fred watched his lines in silence,
until old Captain Hutchins hove
alongside.! jThe captain had been
rolling around the deck all the morn¬
ing, with the most curious winks and
chuckles and facial contortions. The
sunny-haired Kitty had appeared to be
perfectly oblivious of the captain’s
inexplicable behavior, perhaps because
he was an old friend of her father’s,
and she understood his little peculiari¬
ties. Not so with Landers. He had
watched the captain, and he more than
half suspected that the little real-
life drama which he and Trow¬
bridge and Kitty were playing, and
had been playing for the last three
months, was an open secret wjth the
captain.
“You fellows have had good luck on
this trip,” nodded the captain, reflec¬
tively, “finilin’ the Banks so easy.
Yes,” pursued the captain, “young
Trowbridge is a neat ’im on findin’ the
Bank—or anything else he’s after, for
that matter.” The old sailor’s throat
swelled out in an alarming manner,
and though his face was as immovable
as that of the sphinx, and not a sound
escaped him, Landers would have
sworn he was laughing.
The captain found fish on two of the
three hooks. He looked critically at
the bait on the third hook.
“Kitty Watson strung that bait, I’ll
bet my hat! Now, didn’t she? I could
tell one of her baits in Cliiny.”
“Yes, she strung it,” admitted Lan¬
ders, smiling in spite of himself. “She
must have a reputation for catching
fish.”
“Well, she have,” declared the cap¬
tain, “and they ain’t alius black fish,
either. Ha! ha! ho! ho!” The cap¬
tain roared and guffawed most inconti¬
nently at his joke, and* gave Landers’s
shoulder a blow that would have laid
out a porpoise. The old tar’s sup¬
pressed humor of the evening had
plainly reached the danger point, and
this joke was the safety -valve that
saved him. “But a joke’s a joke,
young man,” added the captain fa¬
miliarly, after he had recovered, “and
that ain’t saying that Kitty’s a cro¬
quette.”
“I should hope not,” observed Lan¬
ders, leaning busily over his line to
hide a smile. “She certainly doesn’t
look like one.”
“That she ain’t, young man,” con¬
tinued the captain, assuringly.
“Never think it. But where’s the gal
gone, anyway?” asked he, affecting to
peer with concern toward the fore¬
castle.
“I’ll give this old fool all the line he
wants, ” smiled Fred to himself. “He Sr
having more fun out of it than any of
the rest of us. I don’t know,” he an¬
swered aloud, with a twinkle in his
eye, “but I think she’s gone after
more bait.”
“The on’ykind o’ bait sha’ll find in
the. wheel-bus is live bait!” and ex¬
ploded again.
“What luck, Fred?” said Kitty, who
had stolen up behind him.
“Pretty fair. Fifteen so far. If
you’ll just bait those hooks in that ir¬
resistible manner of yours, we shall
have more. ”
“I’ll bait them, but I don’t believe
you’ll catch any more. Don’t you see
how low those black clouds hang, and
fast they move? We ought to be mak¬
ing for shore.”
“I wouldn’t mind a blow a bit,”
Landers observed.
“ ‘Fools rush in where angels fear to
tread,’ ” replied Kitty replied.
“Even if the angel is a sailor^girl,
eh!” ^smiled Fred, turning the quota¬
tion to Kitty’s confusion, ( . Well, if
you’re afraid, you’d better run and re¬
port your weather observations to
Captain Hutchins—or Trowbridge.”
She had already turned away, hut
swung quickly at the intonation of his
last word, looking at him with mild re¬
proach.
Her warning was unnecessary, for
almost immediately the captain’s sten¬
torian voice rang out from the hurri¬
cane deck, “Haul in your lines, and
haul ’em quick!” Before the lines
were fairly in, the tug was headed for
Port Royal.
Before a mile had been run, Kitty’s
predictions were verified, The storm
burst with all the fury of a Gulf Stream
squall.
The prudent captain had gathered
the excursionists into the cabin before
the storm broke. It was gloomy out¬
side, but positively dark in the poorly-
lighted cabin. From a dark corner
Landers looked for Kitty, but in vain.
‘ ‘She’s probably hurt at what I said, ”
he muttered discontentedly
At the end of an hour, peering
through a little side-light, Fred saw
that they were skirting the shore, and
were evidently returning to Savannah
by the “inland course.” This was a
course lying between the mainland and
the long chain of low islands known as
the Sea Islands. Still Kitty did not
appear. Landers began to grow un¬
easy. Then he thought of the little
light in the front of the cabin com¬
manding the pilot-house. She could
hardly have been there all this time,
but lie would look, anyway. To his
surprise he saw her hat and light cape
lying on the seat, and as nearly as he
could make out through the lights
streaming with water Kitty herself was
standing at the wheel.
“Her dare-devil love for adventure!”
thought he. He paused for a moment
to watch her graceful figure bending to
the hard work; and, despite his frame
of mind, a gentle light beamed from
his eyes. He was about to slip unob¬
served back to the cabin, when Kitty
caught sight of him. ________
“Oh, Fred! come in,” she cried, al-
most eagerly. “I’ve been waiting for
you along time."
“No, thank you,” he answered, with
ncold smile; “it’s n little too wet in
there for me."
Kitty looked at him in a startled
manner, as though unable to believe
her ears, and in an instant her bright
smile had vanished.
“It is nice and dry for me,” she re¬
plied, with bitter sarcasm.
“Why do you expose yourself to
such a storm?” he asked, harshly.
“Just for the pure love of it,” she
returned, with a hard laugh.
“Or from the pure love of Mr. Trow¬
bridge!” he added, scornfully.
He turned away before she could an¬
swer, and ran square into the arms of
the captain.
“What does it mean, captain, for
that girl to be playing with the wheel
in a storm like this?” he demanded,
angrily.
For a second the captain looked at
him in dumb amazement.
“Playin’!” thundered the captain,
and he poured out words with Gatling-
gun rapidity. “It means that she’s
the only man aboard that knows the
inland course! It means that she’s
saved this old hulk, or mighty near it!
It means that she’s a genuyine hero-
wine, and a blamed sight too good for
any man on this tug!” The captain
looked daggers.
“Where’s—where’s Trowbridge?”
faltered Landers, bewildered.
“Below. Dead,” came the laconi-
cal reply.
“Dead!”
“Yes; or mighty nigh it,” said the
captain, in softer tones. “Lightnin’.
The first clap.” j
For a moment Landers stood mo-
tionless, regardless of the the beating pilot-house rain. |
Then he crept back to
and dropped on to the seat behind the
brave little skipper, in the depths of
contrition. i
“Kitty!” he spoke at last. j
“Whatisit?” Her voice was clear
and low.
“Don’t you wanUsomething " warmer j
over you?” j
Her face twitched nervously, and he
saw that she could not speak. 1
“Kitty, my girl, I cannot be happy
until I have your forgiveness for my
cruel words a moment ago. I did not
understand the circumstances.” j
“O, Fred! you were not jealous of
little Trowbridge!” she cried softly,
smiling through tears of happiness.
“Yes, Kitty, I was mad jealous; but
I am not now,” and then he took her
face between his hands and kissed it.
claim She reprovingly, blushed, but “Fred, could dear, only you’re ex- j j
violating the Buies and Regulations
for Pilots.”
“I can’t help it,” he answered gayly.
“Ahem!” The irrepressible cap-
tain’s head was thrust in the door just
as Fred sprang to the other side of the
wheel. “Just thought I’d look in to
see if everything was running smooth-
ly. I see that it is. Trowbridge’s
better.” * ’
With a gurgling in his throat and "a
most alarming shaking of his head, the
captain rolled down the slippery ’mid-
ships. Kitty looked at Fred; he looked
at her, and both laughed aloud.
The last vestige of the storm was
gone, but the night was dark and
chilly. The excursionists for the most
part kept the cabin. A few of the
braver spirits sat outside. Among
these were Kitty and Fred, for rea-
sons of their own. Their camp-stools
were very close together, and they
were talking very low. Kitty’s trim
little figure was entirely smothered un-
der Captain Hutchins’s stormcoat. In
spite of its weight she shivered. Then
Fred’s ai’m stole around the trembling
form; he drew her close and tight to
his side; her head fell unresistingly
upon his shoulder, and a slight sob
might have been heard in the stillness,
He took her ten cold little fingers in
his one big, warm hand.
“Will she who so fearlessly did her
duty to-day accept a place in the
wheel-house of my domestic ship?”
“As a green hand—yes,” came the
answer, softly.,
“Until you learn the Rules and Reg¬
ulations—”
“Which shall be?”
“Love one another,” said the deeper
The tolling of the bell-buoy marking
the inner bar floated tremulously,
mournfully across the darkened
waters; but two hearts, at least, aboard
the Nestor would not be depressed.—
Outing.
The Santl-Ladened Missouri.
Mr. Frank H. Spearman writes in
St. Nicholas of the freaks of the Mis¬
souri River, his article being entitled
“A Shifting Boundary.” Mr. Spear¬
man says:
You must know that the real busi¬
ness of the Missouri is to carry the
mountain waters east and south into
the Gulf of Mexico. But in bounding
from side to side of its valley through
the tedious centuries, it has twisted
aud turned so many times that no
doubt its head is confused. Carrying
the quantity of mud it does, you would
hardly expect it to be clear-headed.
There is actually so much sand in the
water that the fish all have sore eyes;
some are totally blind—the saddest-
looking creatures you ever caught. A
really fastidious trout or bass dropped
into the Missouri would hang himself in
despair—on n fish-hook.
Hail a Ilemarkable Career, '--h
John Parshall, an army veteran, died
at his home in Indianapolis on St.
Patrick’s Day at the age of sixty-five
years. He was a driver of an ammuni¬
tion wagon in the Alexander expedi¬
tion sent to Salt Lake City to force
Brigham Young to vacate his office in
favor of the successor appointed by
President Buchanan, and helped to
burst in a gate that kept the besieging
party out of the capital. He was also
one of the six men who buried Wilkes
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Regular Salting of Cows.
It is important that cows be regu¬
larly salted at least twice a week. If
they have salt before them all the
timo they will not eat more than is
good for them. This regular salting
not only increases milk yield, but also
makes it of better quality. Where
cows.are salted regularly their milk
will keep sweet twenty-four hours
longer than will milk from cows that
have suffered for lack of salt.
The Rest Horses to Raise.
Roadsters All the bill for general
| use better than any other breed. The
i larger ones are strong enough for any
! use of the farmer. They walk fast, are
quick in all their movements, and will
get to town or to the field speedily in
fact, in most points they are suited to
the needs of almost any man who needs
ahorse.
French breeders pay attention to the
breeding of long distance trotters
which can keep their gait for many
miles at a stretch. Even in our road
horse we are not breeding very fast to
a distinctive purpose. Next to draft
horses there is no class for which there
j g a better demand at paying prices
than for a good roadster. Horses
which easily tire do not fill the bill.
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Spraying: Solutions That Are Dangerous,
Don’t spray the blossoms with pois-
onous solutions. It is possible, if not
probable, that to. do so may injure
bees, and may also interfere with fer-
tilization of the flowers and setting of
fruit. Vermont’s law imposing a pen-
altyof $10 to $40 for spraying blos-
soms. Bees don’t injure flowers or
fruit, but aid in fertilizing blossoms,
The unanimous verdict of experiment
stations and experts, says L. B. Jones,
Botanist at the Vermont station, is
that it is not necessary to spray fruit
trees when in blossom in order to give
them practical protection against in¬
sects and fungus attacks. Fruit trees
should be sprayed either before the
blossoms open or after they fall and
not during the blossoming period. The
leading orchardists in the country at
the present time are following this ad-
vice with satisfactory results,
Top Dressing;. -•*
My experience is that, as a general
I’ule. it is the safest and best plan to
get the manure applied upon the land
as tast as possible after it is made, It
does not gain any additional value as a
fertilizer by being allowed to lie around,
while _as ordinarily managed it
more or less. r
While so far as other conditions will
admit, I prefer to apply the greater
P art °f the manure on plowed land be-
tore a crop is seeded or planted, usually
011 land intended for corn during the
winter, and on land intended for wheat
during the summer. But in the fall or
early winter, fall wheat may be often
benefited by top dressing with manure,
and I have hauled out and applied
manure on corn after the first cultiva-
tion has been given with a decided
I benefit. But when applied as a top
I dressing on wheat, corn, or even mea-
I dow land, good care must be taken to
distribute as evenly as possible ox-
, otherwise the plants be injured,
j may
Generally after the season opens in the
; spring there is very little opportunity
! f ° r hauling out and applying manure,
I but if the other work will permit, and
j there is manure to haul, we should not
hesitate to haul out and apply after the
1 corn crop has been planted. The work
1 of giving the necessary cultivations will
j usually work sufficiently into the soil,
! —N. J. S., in Nebraska Farmer.
Rye for Hogs.
The following questions about feed¬
ing rye to -swine are asked John
Cownie, who answers them through the
Homestead:
(I) Is unground rye good for fatten-
in S hogs? Corn is far superior to rye
for fattening hogs, and if rye is fed it
should be ground, mixed with bran aud
shorts or ground oats and made into a
s "dl before being fed.
( 2 ) I 8 r Y e good for young pigs after
they feed, are old enough to eat, not as full
but, say once a day? Is it a
healthful food? Rye makes good,
healthful food for pigs when ground
and made into swill, but it is altogether
too strong when fed alone, and should
be mixed with shorts and ground oats.
(3) Would soaked rye, once a day,
makegood feed for sows suckling pigs?
No, it is altogether too strong a food,
anil, as already stated, should not be
fed alone.
(4) Would corn, oats and rye,
ground, make a good swill for suckling
pigs; also would it be good for the pigs,
and in what proportion should the grain
be mixed? Would some bran mixed
with the foregoing make it any better?
Neither corn nor rye meal is fit for a
brood sow and should not be fed for
the reasons already given. Ground
oats, shorts and bran, made into a
swill, are far better adapted for brood
sows, either before or after farrowing
than such strong, heavy grain as rye
and corn. If corn or rye meal are fed,
it must be sparingly, or fever in the
sows will result, causing, perhaps, the
loss of the pigs.
Selecting Good Layers.
The poultry breeder who is around
about his flock very much of the time
soon learns to know which are the best
layers among his hens, for no matter
how large the flock, he knows each one
of them. There is as much difference
in the appearance of hens as in men,
and the man who takes proper care^of
his flock soon gets personally acquaint¬
ed with each individual.
As a rule it is the hen which is cap¬
able of doing the most damage that is
the best layer, because a sluggish hen.
never makes a flrst-class egg-producer.
The hen that comes out of the house
first and goes in last is the one to se¬
lect as being among the best in the
flock.
In a flock of the same variety the
ones with the largest combs almost in¬
variably will be the best layers, and if
to this is added a wide back and a deep
breast there is not much danger of
making a mistake by selecting her as a
layer.
It must be remembered that the gen¬
eral shape of the breed must be taken
into consideration when selecting the
best type of a layer. A very lank
Cochin hen would look very chunky
if dressed in the plumage of a game
fowl, and unless you have fixed in your
mind the ideal shape of the breed it
will be slow work trying to pick a
layer.
This is a matter of greater impor¬
tance than is usually accorded to it,
for the main profit from a large major¬
ity of the flocks of the country must
come from the production of eggs. If
care is taken in selecting the breeding
pens to only take such as have the
typical marks of a good layer it will be
but a year or two until the production
of the flock is considerably increased.
Mulched Fruits.
Strawberries need to be carefully
mulched with clean straw or some ma¬
terial of this kind during the fruiting
season as a protection to the fruit,
otherwise the rain may beat the fruit
down on the ground and dirty it, if it
does nothing worse. In nearly all
cases in growing strawberries it will
pay to keep well mulched during the
fruiting season.
With, some varieties of strawberries
it is an additional advantage if applied
in good season, and that is with varie¬
ties that blossom early; mulching
tends to retard the starting of the
bud, and in this way helps to lessen
the risks of being injured by tkA late
freezes.
If there are any weeds that may start
up and force their way through the
mulch they can rarely be pulled up,
but necessarily they will be hut very
few that will come through a good
mulch.
There are some varieties of nearly
all kinds of, fruits that will be benefited
in the same way, varieties that have a
tendency to push their ends out and
blossom early. Such varieties are
often injured, if the fruit is not killed
entirely by late freezing. Mulching
helps to retard the starting of the
buds,
Raspberries and currants especially
are benefited by mulching during the
winter and early spring.
With the greater part of young fruit
trees the better plan is to mulch during
the winter as a protection against the
injury so often resulting from thawing
and freezing.
But as soon as the soil is in a good
condition for working the mulch should
be removed and and a thorough work¬
ing of the soil be given.
Giving thorough cultivation during
the early part of the growing season,
and keeping well mulched during the
hot, dry weather of summer, is one of
the best plans of managing a young
orchard, at- least until it becomes sea¬
sonably well established.—The Silver
Knight.
Dairy Hints.
For the man who makes summer
dairying his specialty,spring should be
his new year for making and keeping
good resolutions.
First of all, remember the intrinsic
value of milk in these hard times.
Compare what good milk or its pro¬
ducts will bring with the prices of
other farm produce, and then see that
if dairying does not right now deserve
twice the interest at your liand3 that
you are giving I mean merely
from a financial point, dollars and
cents alone considered.
Half of the dairymen in this country
are practically letting their cows run
the milk business themselves, without
much interference or guidance. That
is, the cows, in following nature’s in¬
stinct to eat and drink what the man¬
ger or the pasture affords, naturally
yield some milk in consequence.
Dairying on such lines does not pay,
never did, and never will.
Milk production must be forced to
be made profitable. Enforced care,
all the food the animals can digest,
and plenty of water,
These are factors that it is for the
dairyman to anticipate and provide, not
the cow. Just think of a poor cow
struggling along all alone to make
money for her master, and without
any encouragement from him!
Ther.e will be a wave of prosperity on
every dairy farm this coming summer,
whose manager really attempts to co¬
operate with the efforts of his cows.
Do everything you can to sustain the
milch animals, and as little as possible *
to deplete them. For instance, my
experience has taught me that where
calves were allowed to suckle cows for
even a short period, a subsequent de¬
rogatory effect was noticed in their
milk yield. of
Better go to the extra trouble
weaning the calves at once, and teach¬
ing them to drink from a pail, than to
forfeit a depleted amount of milk from
the cows for perhaps weekB to come.