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Fitzgerald Leader.
FITZGERALD, GEORGIA.
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3EEI\rd) SOW.
Some doctor down East has started
an “anti-breakfast crusade” and is
trying to induce the working classes
to get along without a morning meal.
Forty-one tramps in Baltimore have
got the better of the law by invoking
it. Being arraigned for vagrancy the
other day, they demanded a trial by
jury. As a result they were sent to
jail, where they will have plenty to
eat and nothing to do for some time
to come.
During the last fiscal year Canada
bought of us merchandise to the
amount of sixty-six million dollars,
while all South America took from us
goods to the value of $33,000,000.
Great Britain and her dependencies
took fifty-seven per cent, of our total
exports. Germany increased her im¬
ports from the United States by the
sum of $27,000,000. To Belgium our
exports were six millions larger than
the preceding year, to France ten
millions, and to Holland twele mil¬
lions larger.
Balliol, the most exclusive of Oxford
(England) colleges, has among its un¬
dergraduates a married Lancashire
mill hand twenty-three years of age,
who worked his way into tho univer¬
sity by studying after factory hours,
with the help of free libraries and uni¬
versity extension lectures. He passed
his Greek examination eighteen months
after learning the alphabet, and within
six weeks after admission to college
won the Brackenbury history scholar¬
ship, worth $400 a year for four years.
He is trying for an honor degree in
history.
The experiments in wireless teleg¬
raphy which Signor Marconi has been
conducting at Rome and at Spezzia,
have been followed by the greatest in¬
terest in Italy by royalty, the govern¬
ment, the press and the public, says
the Westminster Gazette. Generally
speaking, Signor Marconi’s discovery
is calculated to produce surprising re¬
sults. In addition to the possibility
of exploding gunpowder magazines on
board ship from a long distance off,
Signor Marconi foresees that he will
be able by means of the waves in the
air to set automatically and simultane¬
ously all the watches in the pockets of
the inhabitants of a town by timing
them from one central clock, with a
daily electrical discharge at uoon.
Hypnotism is not recognized in law.
This is the decision of the Supreme
Court of California. In a case of mur¬
der an appeal was made on the grounds
that the evidence was circumstantial,
and that the lower court erred in re¬
fusing to allow a hypnotist to testify
that he hypnotized the defendant after
the murder and that the latter denied
the crime when under the hypnotic
spell. Commissioner Searles, whose
opinion was affirmed by the court, said
that the law did not recognize hypno¬
tism. In passing on the case the Su¬
preme Court agreed, but Justice Mc¬
Farland took occasion to say that he
did not quite agree as to the attitude
of the law toward hypnotism, It
could not be considered in this case
though it might be in others.
The temper of the American is to
spend as he earns, maintains Hard¬
ware; the ah’, so to speak, prompts
this temper. Having no self-recog¬
nized peasantry here, and the prevail¬
ing thought being that one man is as
good as another, each spends to rival
his neighbor. Thus Americans are
good spenders. They say “the Indian
don’t eat pork only when he can’t get
it,” so the average American only
stops spending when the supply runs
dry. For the past five years we have
lived the lesson of an enforced econo¬
my. The wage earners have not had
their full wages; the bondholder has
not had his usual interest, and divi¬
dends have often failed. Every day
is reported a revival of industry.
Wheels long idle begin to buzz. Suc¬
cess begets success. Hope is father
to the fruition. Soon we will forget
the seven years of famine and we will
have seven years of plenty. We num¬
ber now 70,000,000, with 26,000,000
wage earners. Every year 1,500,000
are added to the population. Every
year of these a new 500,000 are added
to the wage earners; a new 1,500,000
of people each year, plus the present
number, means 300,000 new houses
for them to live in, clothing and food
for this new addition, over and above
the last year’s amount of food and
clothing. So with such numbers, such
increases and such demands the buzz
of industry in the land must soon rise
abovd the wail of pessimistic despon-
dancy.
.'THE TWO WORDS.
One day a harsh word, rashly sat A, But yet the harsh wont left a trace
Upon an evil journey aped, The kind word could not quite effuse.
And like a sharp and cruel dart And though the heart Its lovo regained,
It pierced a friend fond nud tovlng heart; f It Friends bore a could scar that forgive long remained;
It turnel a into a foe, but not forgot.
And everywhere brought pain and woe. Or lose the sense of keen regret.
A kind word followed It one day, Oh, if we could but loarn to know
Flow swiftly on its blessed way; How swift mid sure our words can go.
It healed the wound, it soothed *&e pain., How would wo weigh with utmost caro
And friends of old were friends ugal 1 ;. Each thought before It sought the air,
It made the hate and anger cease, And only speak the words that move
And everywhere broughtjoy and pcaco. Like white-winged messengers of lovo.
—Great Thoughts.
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i ianship of some
I j one who is doing
i: I his duty by you
a is not an un-
/ mixed pleasure.
Miss Bradford’s
av*.. sister, Mrs. Gal¬
latin, was doing her duty by Miss
Bradford. The former was not at all
pretty. The latter was very, very
pretty—which is so much 'more charm¬
ing than being very, very beautiful.
But Mrs. Gallatin was married and
Miss Bradford was not. This came of
the fact that Mrs. Gallatin had visited
at p or t Preble and had captured an
unfledged lieutenant by- manoeuvring
and a miracle, and that Miss Bradford
had spent her twenty-one years in a
small Maine town.
Boys in the village had been in love
with Bessie Bradford, but she had not
been in love with them, and she had,
moreover, a decent appreciation of
her own value and knew she was far
too good for such as they. There had
been a college youth, also, once; but
he and she had quarreled before the
end of his summer visit. And now
Bessie was one-and-twenty and the
family worried. It worried itself into
a state where even the raising of a
mortgage on the home did not Beem
too great a thing, if it would but in¬
sure her marriage. With the money
thus obtained she was sent across the
continent, with instructions to get
herself wedded before she came back.
She was told to marry a general if she
could. If not—anything, down to a
second lieutenant. But rank was to
bs the primary consideration, Miss
Bradford agreed. She picked out a
very nice general, mentally. He would
be about five-and thirty, and hand¬
some and dashing. That years went
with rank was one of the things the
civilian novels of army life she had
read had not taught her. Besides,
she was romantic—as a very pretty
girl should be. So she promised that
grade should govern her choice. Then
she departed to visit her sister at the
Presidio.
Lieutenant and Mrs. Gallatin lived
in the building known as the “Cor¬
ral.” If the Corral were in the city,
it would be called a tenement. But
Uncle Sam doesn’t quarter his officers
in tenements. The Gallatius were
cramped for room—very cramped.
They had three children and second
lieutenant’s pay. So they were poor.
Therefore, taking Miss Bradford in
was not a pleasure. It was a duty.
But Bessie felt the unpleasantness
of the situation the very day of her ar¬
rival.
“Captain Soutter is going to take
you to the hop this evening, Bess,”
Mrs. Gallatin said; Bessie was cutting
paper bird-cages for her niece. Mrs.
Gallatin was mending a pinafore.
“I’ve promised to go with Mr. Mil¬
ford,” answered Miss Bradford, stop¬
ping and looking up from the scissors.
“Mr. who?”
“Mr. Milford. Colonel Milford’s
son, who lives in St. Louis.”
“Where have you met him?” The
“him” warned Bessie that she was
running on rocks.
“On the train. We got acquainted.
He’s in business in St. Louis, and he’s
coming to visit his people because he’s
in bad health. He is a very nice
man.”
“Man! He must be about twenty-
three. A perfect boy. And his busi¬
ness is being a briefless barrister.
Now, let me tell you one thing, Bes¬
sie. You must learn from the first
that the civilian son of an officer is no¬
body at all in a garrison. You will
hurt your chances badly wit! the of¬
ficers by going with him. How did
he know there was to be a hop?”
Bessie finished opening the cage,
gave it to her niece with a kiss, gath¬
ered the scraps of paper in her baud
and threw them into the waste-basket,
clasped her fingers behind her curly
brown head, and answered leisurely:
“He didn’t know there was to be one
to-night. He asked me to go to tho
first one there should be after our ar¬
rival.”
Mrs. Gallatin thought how very,
very pretty Bessie was and wondered
if her husband contrasted them.
“He probably will never think of it
again. Captain Soutter is going to
call to ask you, this afternoon, and
you’d better accept.”
“Can one go with two men out here
—ante-nuptially?”
“Dont be vulgar. Yon needn’t
consider the Milford boy.”
“Oh! but I must, Genevieve, you
know. I promised. ” Miss Bradford’s
big gray eyes were guilelessly ear¬
nest.
“I’ve no doubt that pose is taking
with the men. But you can’t make
your devotion to promises succeed
with me, dear. I know you too well.
I can’t remember that they worried
you, with the boys at home.”
“This promise . doesn’t worry me.
Not a little bit.”
“Well, I should suggest that you
take my advice and be less flippant.
Recollect that you were not sent ’way
out here to flirt with penniless civil¬
ians and small boys.”
“If I forget, remind me, will you?
I’ll make you a little red silk flag, if
you like. I can make flags. I made
one for a fair at home, once. You
might draw it out of your bosom and
wave it when you see me about to run
off the track you have all so kindly
and laboriously laid for me to run on.
I’ll teach you the signals. Mr. Mil¬
ford and I studied them from the back
of our sleeper. I think there’s some
one at the door, sister dearie.”
It was Captain Soutter, come to for¬
malize the hop arrangement. He was,
obviously, very glad that he had come.
For Miss Bradford was pretty—ex¬
traordinarily pretty.
“I am happy in being a near neigh¬
bor of yours, Miss Bradford,” he told
her. He forgot—as men will—how
often he had cursed the ill-luck which
threw him within hearing distance of
the Gallatin trio of infants.
vicinity, “Yes?” said Bessie; “you are in our
then?”
“A little above yon in the world. I
live upstairs. When you want me you
have only to pound on the ceiling.”
“The—what is it?—quartermaster?
The quartermaster mightn’t like me to
wear out his ceiling.”
“You flatter me by the implication,
Miss Bradford. But I’ll settle with
the Q. M. if you will only pound. For
instance, will you pound to-night when
you are ready for the hop, to which it
is my dearest wish to be permitted to
escort
He forgot what lie had wished when
Mrs. Gallatin had asked him to per¬
form this act of courtesy toward the
coming sister. But then he had looked
at Mrs. Gallatin and had judged from
her of the sister.
“I would be only too delighted, if it
were not that I have already promised
to go with some one else.”
jin The betrayed captain manifested his
astonishment and resentment at having
oeen subjected to refusal. He had a
high opinion of his dignity, had the
captain.
“Why, who on earth can have asked
you already?” he cried.
Miss Bradford had a cool little
Northern air, when she liked. She
considered the captain’s question in
bad taste. So she raised her eyebrows
and smiled most sweetly. “I shall
hope to have a dance with you, Captain
Soutter,” she said.
And she had, not one, but three.
The captain forgot his wrath at the
sight of her. When she came from
the dressing-room into the hallway to
join young Milford, the captain was by
the door. He looked at her.
“Might I hope to be accorded the
second and fifth and ninth, Miss Brad¬
ford?” he asked.
“Oh! thank you,” said Bessie. She
was grateful, and he was quite ap¬
peased.
Now Miss Bradford was a success.
She had what is known as a beautiful
time for three whole months. No girl
was remembered ever to have re¬
ceived altogether so much attention.
She always hud lovers—and the two
don’t always go together. Captain
Soutter loved her, so did Lieutenant
Paxton, and so did young Milford.
Bessie loved young Milford. A girl
who prefers “oit.” clothes to a uniform
is peculiar, to say the least. Bessie
didn’t say or show whom she loved,
except to Milford. She had told him.
She had refused Paxton, and she was
warding the captain off. But the last
she could not do much longer. The
captain had a good opinion of him¬
self.
He also had a dignity which was not
to be trifled with. Mrs. Gallatin was
by no means sure of Miss Bradford.
So one day she spoke to her. The
process of being spoken to / can rouse
the worst in a girl. But Bessie was in
a broken aud contrito frame of mind.
She and young Milford had quarreled,
and she didn’t care what became of
her. She might as well marry any
old man and sacrifice herself for her
family. She made a most affecting
picture of herself as an offering ou the
altar of matrimony and filial duty. She
would pine away picturesquely in a
year or so, and Will Milford—well,
perhaps he would go to the bad. She
hoped so. It was under this pressure
that, she solemuly promised and swore
to Mrs. Gallatin to marry Captain
Soutter if he asked her. What Miss
Bradford promised and swore she
never broke.
So as soon as she and young Mil¬
ford made it up, she set about won¬
dering how Captain Soutter was to be
kept from asking her. Yet she could
not arrive at any plan. The captain
was an impetuous man, and he was
neither over well-bred nor nicely dis¬
criminating. Bessie was worried. If
it had been that she had promised
and sworn anything to young Milford
and had had to choose which vow to
break, she would not have hesitated.
But she had teased him, and had only
answered “maybe.” For which Bhe
now suffered.
l3ut Fate came to her aid—as it al¬
ways should and always doesn’t in the
case of a very pretty girl. and
She was going to another hop,
she was going with Captain Souttcr.
He had invited her at the time that
she was practicing for the martyr role.
As she couldn’t, therefore, go with
Milford, she would wear the gown he
liked, which was white silk. For it
she had to have white gloves; and her
white gloves were soiled. Therefore
they must be cleaned. Mis3 Bradford
was an adept at cleaning gloves. She
prepared a special mixture of a num-
her of chemicals and powders, This
mixture had to be whipped—as if it
had been the white of eggs—very light
and frothy. It had a most unpleasant
odor, but it was pretty to look upon.
Because the odor was so unpleasant
Miss Bradford opened the door into
the hallway and stood just within it
beating.
There was air in the hallway, but
there was none in the Gallatius’ quar¬
ters, as the baby had a cold. Captain
Soutter had a cold, too—a frightful
one. If he had not had he would
would have noticed the smell of Miss
Bradford’s mixture. He came through
the hall on his way to his own quar¬
ters on the floor above. Colonel Mil¬
ford was with him. The captain did¬
n't like the colonel particularly, on ac¬
count of his being his son’s father.
“Ah! Miss Bessie! What a pretty,
housewifely picture we make,” said
the captain.
Bessie smiled encouragingly.
“What are we doing? Whipping
cream? How good it looks. If Hebe
would but feed us with ambrosia. ”
The colonel smelled the ambrosia;
but he held his peace.
“I’ll give you a taste, captain,
if you want it very, very much. Open
your mouth wi-i-de. Shut your
eyes.”
She put a heaping forkful in his
mouth. The horrible taste made him
gasp. The gasp made him swallow
the froth. Colonel Milford laughed.
But Captain Soutter wout to his quar¬
ters without a word.
Bessie went to the hop that night
with young Milford. Afterward, while
she and her sister and Lieutenant
Gallatin were having their supper of
crackers and cheese, Miss Bradford
told them that she was going to marry
the penniless civilian.
“But how about Captain Soutter?”
wailed Mrs. Gallatin.
“Hush! He might hear you. Oh!
I’m awfully afraid he’ll never speak
to me again.” And he never did.—
San Francisco Argonaut.
Dor Gives Up Life to Save His Master.
When a man gives up his life for
another, posterity erects a monument
to his memory; but when a dog dies
that his master may live, men stop and
think, and John Walker, of Roselle,
N. J., was doing a lot of thinking Sat¬
urday night. He was face to face
with death, and his dog had averted
the blow.
Walker left his house early in tho
morning for a stroll. His dog followed
him. He tried to drive him back.
Then master and dog started to walk
along the Jersey Central Railroad
tracks to Elizabeth.
Midway between the stations Walker
met a heavy freight train running
rapidly eastward, making enough j
noise to deaden all other sounds.
Walker stepped to the west-bound
track. His dog, which had been run-
ning ahead after birds or loitering be-
hind to make short and noisy excur-
sions into the bushes, closed in on his
master when the train neared him. i
Walker was careless. He never
looked behind him, and did not hear
or see the Royal Blue Express. Brake-
men on the freight train shouted warn¬
ings. The engineer of the express
train blew his whistle, with no avail.
It was too late to stop, althongh tho
engineer was trying to do so. Walker
plodded on.
When the train was nearly on top of
Walker his dog sprang at him with a]
growl. Walker turned, saw the train I
and stepped aside in time to avoid the I
cars as they swept past him with a
roar. Not so with the dog. The pi-
lot of the engine struck the animal
and tossed him aside.
Whcn Walker recovered his senses
he looked for his dog. The faithful
animal lay dying, with his back
broken.
Walker carried his dog to the side
of the track. The brute licked his
hand, feebly wagged his tail, and died
in his master’s arms.—New York
Press.
Indians and Animals in Bronze.
Indians and animals typical of
America are to be perpetuated in bronze
for the National Zoological Garden at
Washington, if the plans of certain
men of public affairs at tho National
Capital are carried out. And Edward
Kemeys, the Chicago sculptor, is the
artist who is to execute the statues of
the fast disappearing red man aud the
fauna of America. Congress will be
asked for an appropriation for tlie pur-
pose, and it is expected that that body
will respond as generously for the pur-
pose as it has heretofore in the beau-
tifying of the great National park.
Capt. Kemeys has returned to his Bryn
Mawr residence after a six weeks’ visit
to Washington and is at work on the
project. j
Aro There Living: Azfcecs?
Dr. Saville, of Washington, read a
paper before the anthropological sec-
tion of the American Association for
the Advancement of Science, in the
absence of the author, Miss Zelia Nut-
tal. The author contended that the
Aztecs are not an extinct race, but
many representatives are alive now,
men and women of magnificent phy-
sique, not withered decrepits, as mauy
believe, who still speak the language
of Montezuma. Miss Nuttal’s paper
was startingly original and productive
of much discussion, the greater part of ,
which, Detroit however, Journal! was in her favor._ ’
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May Weed In Fields.
May weed is not a kind of weed that
seriously troubles the careful former.
It mainly comes in on hard, trodden
places by road sides,where if anything
else starts to grow it is crushed out.
The may weed, not being so easily
killed, survives. May weed cannot
thrive where there is an undisturbed
and thrifty growth of clover, but let
the clover be trampled in the mire by
stock, and the may weed will be ready
to grow and take the vacant place. It
is most often seen, aside from road¬
sides, at- the entrance to pasture lots,
where clover and the grasses are
trampled to death by stock.
Milk Fever.
Milk fever is a disease to be dread¬
ed by the man who has first-class
dairy cows, and who feeds and cares
for them in such a manner as to make
them large producers. The man with
scrub cows, that have to rustle for
themselves during the winter round
the straw stack, never suffers from loss
by milk fever when his cows come in
in the spring. It is true he gets no
profit out of his cows, and he rarely
gets product enough from them to pay
for the little feed and care they do
have. But he can, and does, console
himself by saying he never has milk
fever with his cows like those men do
who “stuff and pamper aud baby their
cows.”
We have lo3t, within the past fifteen
years, several valuable cows with this
disease. We think we now know how
to prevent. A heifer with her first
calf never has it and very rarely with
the second calf. A cow that is milked
continuously right up to calving is not
liable to have milk fever, at least we
have never known one to. We hesi¬
tated to write that last sentence for
fear some one would accuse us of ad¬
vocating continuous milking. That
we do not, but still feel bound to state
that fact. A cow that i3 starved, or
fed just enough to live on, will never
have milk fever.
One way is to dry the cow up six or
eight weeks before she is due to calve
(unless she is such a persistent milker
as to make that impracticable); at the
same time reduce her feed by taking
nearly, if not quite al’, the grain from
her. Her bowels should be kept loose.
If the cow is in flush pasture, and she
is one you have reason to believe like¬
ly to have milk fever, the only safe
way to do is to keep her upon dry feed.
We know it is hard for the man who
has been in the habit of “babying”
and petting his cows and feeding them
to their full capacity to refuse them all
they want to eat, but it is the only
safe way to do with some of them.
After a cow has had milk fever once
she is more liable than other cows to
have it again, and if she does have it
a second time she will be always most
sure to die.—Hoard’s Dairyman,
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The Pig and the Orchard.
The two go together well. The pig
stirs up the soil about the trees, let-
ting in the sunshine and moisture to
tbs roots and fertilizing them, while
devouring many grubs that would
otherwise prey upon the fruit. But
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many orchards cannot be fenced and
many owners of fenced orchards, even,
-would like to have the pig confine
Bis efforts around the trunk of each
tree. To secure this have four fence
panels made and yard a pig for a short
time in succesion about each tree as
suggested in the diagram.
Poultry in Orchards.
Mr. -Tegetmeier, the famous English
authority on poultry, in commenting
on a report of the Rhode Island Ex¬
periment Station regarding the value
of fowls to orchards, says: “For many
years I have advocated the introduc-
tion of poultry into apple orchards,
maintaining that they do good service,
two very distinct inodes—first, by
mauuriug the ground, and, secondly,
by the destruction of insects and
g rub s that hibernate in the soil.”
The apple maggot appears to be ex-
tending in America, attacking the fa-
vorite Baldwin, which is so well known
a3 being imported largely into this
country, and rendering it entirely un-
fltfor use, but the spraying the trees
witb Bordeaux mixture and Paris
g r een has appeared to prevent all seri-
ous at taoks „f this insect.
j u mature state this insect is a
which deposits its eggs in the pulp
0 f (Be apple beneath the skin. The
young maggots grow within the fruit,
which they render worthless, and
when mature emerge from the apple
and go into the ground, lying in the
pupa state beneath the surface soil
among the grass roots.,. Samples of
the earth, six inches square, were
taken, and the number of maggots un-
der the trees varied, according to the
size, from 1600 to more than 12,000
under each tree; the pupa Bomewhat
resembles kernels of wheat. Now
comes the point which was particularly
interesting to me. The experiment
was tried as to whether poultry, if
confined to a small range and encour-
aged to scratch, would destroy these
pupa. was placed A large about movable tree, whosj^ifl wire fej^fl
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had been destroyed by
side hens of were the called fence was into rais<^j|Bnd the enclosure. fifty
Thefence was let down and they •i. re
confined to the space around the tree.
As soon as they had eaten the corn
they naturally began to scratch for
pupa, and in the course of three or
four days it was found that the latter
had disappeared. As these insects re¬
main in the pupa state from the fall of •
the apple to the following spring,
when they appear, it may be expected
that next year the number of flies
breeding from the apple maggot will
be greatly diminished in the localities
where this plan is followed.
From personal experience,
ing lively over of many the advantages years, I can of speak alljfl pafM
fowls apple and orchards. chickens a free raWflM
the They not only
nure soil and destroy all insects
harboring in it, but they find, for some
weeks, a considerable portion of their
own food—the windfalls, which they
devour greedily, with any grubs they
may contain.
The raising of poultry for sale may
be much more advantageously carried
on where the land is made to produce
two crops—namely, apples and eggs—
than where only one is gathered.
Movable Roost and Droppings-Board.
When the nests are under the drop¬
pings-board there is a greater liability
of lice multiplying, as the heat accu¬
mulated in the neats from the bodies
of the lions is conducive to their pro¬
pagation. They go up to the roost
and annoy the hens. The nests can-
rot be easily made movable when cov-
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ered by the droppings-board if the
roost is also over the board. The il-
lustration is a design of a movable
roost placed over a droppings-board,
the board having legs of any height
desired to keep it off the floor. This
arrangement permits of placing the
roost and board at any desired loca¬
tion in the house, and it and the nests
(which should also be movable) can
be taken outside and cleaned at auv
time.
Fafm and Garden Notes.
Save early pullets for the winter
layers.
Road dust is a good material to scat¬
ter under the roots as an absorbent.
Fruit and poultry make a good com-
bination as tile fowls hunt for and con-
sume many insect pests and are the
better for the exercise it gives them.
Don’t forget that skim milk and the
scraps from the table fed to the fowls
will yield greater returns than you can
possibly get from them in any other
way.
You cannot be too particular about
keeping the poultry houses clean, aud
if yon will paint the roots once a week
with kerosene it will be a great aid in
keeping down lice and mites.
Corn-fed hogs can hardly be any¬
thing less than lard hogs, a lesson
which those who are aspiring to
duce the bacon hog, with its
fat and streak of lean, will do well to
lay to heart.
1 The old saying that there’s more in
the feed thau in the breed, may be true
in some cases, while in others the re¬
verse is true. The fact is, that for
profit good feeding and good breeding
are both leading essentials.
Among the two-legged frauds, that
should be giveu “walking papers” is
*lie traveling hog cholera doctor with
a “sure cure.” The chances are he
has more cholera germs ou his boots
than his remedy ever destroyed.
By utilizing rough, bushy or foul
lands as sheep pastures, we not only
may secure a revenue from otherwise
expensive property, but the value of
such lands is enhanced thereby. In
considering sheep as land renovators
and improvers, the term “golden hoof”
is no misnomer.
The power corn-husker is no Ifl
an been experiment; demonstrated; its practical and yet utilj* itfj
a long time ere the old husking-a fl^J
laid on the shelf alongside the
in very many cases the corn gn
can strap on his little peg and aM
crop cheaper than in any othe|fl
There is a question as to wB
is best to sow timothy seed in
or behind the drill hoes whenj
to wheat in the fall. Locat
somewhat to do with the answ.
heavy (flay soils we would sow
on light, porous soils deeper J
is required and we would so wfl
and Because bushes, sheep picking will feed upcj|
up mui
would is no reason be passed that over they by BhouJfl othdj
pelled They will to subsist not thrive upon a upoi* staiJH
tures. Liberal feeding anfl
are absolutely essential to sJW
sheep. £
