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DOCTOR JACK.
By ST. GEORGE RATHBORNE,
Author"Actor of " Jack's Wife;" "Captain Tom," "Baron Sana," "Miss
Pauline of New York," "Miss Caprice," Etc,
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How the shouts ring out. Such a
toss as that is well worth the price
of admission. The red bull is a hero,
his tormentors jackals.
In the whirl of excitement Jack sud-
denly remembers that he is sitting
next to a lady. He hears her clap
her little gloved hands with the rest,
and her voice cries " bravo !" Al-
though his face is not turned that
way, he sees the Turkish pasha look-
ing in his direction. At first Jack
thinks it is at him. but the strange
expression on the other's face quick-
ly undeceives him. Ah, it must be
the face of Mercedes that chains the
old Turk's attention. She has prob-
ably done as Jack expected she would
—thrown back her gauzy wall under
the excitement of the moment,
Somehow the very thought of gaz-
inz upon her features gives Jack a
strange feeling, so that he does not
turn instantly.
When he does he looks upon a vision
of loveliness such as might charm one
sworn to hate the sex—it is a genuine
Spanish face. but one that Murillo
would have loved to paint. As a rule
the women of Spain have beauty to
boast of --travellers have always rave
ed over this fact—but Jack can hon-
estly say he has never yet set eyes
on a. face of such ravishingly love-
liness as that of Mercedes.
He gazed at her as if entranced,
while the bull and the picadors in a
mad race, engage her attention; but it
is not the mere fret of her beauty that
causes him to look spell -bound, He
has not forgotten that exquisite face,
and is ready to swear. marvelous
though it seems, that the Catalan
flower girl of Barcelona and Sister
Agatha are before him, united in this
girl—Mercedes.
CHAPTER III.
It is a mast astounding discovery
that Doctor Jack has just made, and
he may well be excused for losing his
head for just half a dozen seconds.
There can be no mistake. Jack is
ready tom ager half his fortune on the
fact that he is gazing upon the face
of the Barcelona flower girl, and the
nun who bathed his head with spirits
of cologne after his encounter with
the Barcelona mob, but this does not
explain the deep mystery that hangs
over the affair.
The red bull tires out soon, and his
tormentors retire at a blast from the
trumpet, their place being taken by
banderilleros, who advance and cast
their darts unerringly. Gaudy stream-
ers and rosettes are attached to these,
and the bull soon looks like the prize
cattle of a show.
At the same time scmething of fury
is aroused in him, though he almost
staggers in his wild rushes. The tor-
turers have done their work—the
trumpet again sounds.
"It is Pedro's turn," says Don Car-
los, who has been an excited .specta-
tor of the game, and in his eager-
ness almost forgotten that he has
companions at his elbow.
The great audience suddenly calm
down. No longer shouts arise, not
even a handkerchief is waved to dis-
tract the attention of either the bull
or his master, who steps into the
arena.
It Is now that a man appears, and
that excited throng realize the fact,
which accounts for the sudden silence.
The matador faces the bull, and re-
ceives his attach, not flying from it as
do the other actors in the drama. He
is the star of the combination.
For the first time since casting back
her veil Mercedes turns toward the
American. She sees the tool- upon
his face, knows that he has recogniz-
ed her, and places a finger upon her
scarlet lips in a way that indicates—
silence.
" You shall know all in good time,
Senor Evans," reaches his ear, and
the next instant she is pointing into
the arena, and saying :-=-
" Look at Pedro Vasquez, Senor
American. Did you ever see a braver
man ? He stands before the toro per-
fectly fearless. See, he waves his red
flag to enrage the brute. Watch a
Spanitrd give the coun de grace. You
have faced the half-starved bulls in
Mexico). Don Carlos says, but they
cannot compare with our noble brutes.
It Is a different matter being in front
of that bull, for instance, senor."
Jack does not reply, how can he
argue with a beautiful lady, and
vaunt his own prowess, too ? It goes
against his • grain, so he smiles and
bows, but inwardly raves.
Ah ! the bull makes up his mind.
The critical moment has arrived, and
down upon the brave matador he rush-
es. It looks as though the ponder-
ous beast must run over the man who
has dropped upon one knee,as if to
receive the assault, his straight sword,
with its keen point, upraised; but this
position has been assumed only in a
spirit of bravado by the executioner,
who knows too much to retain it long-
er.
The little red muleta held by the left
hand to one side engages the attention
of the charming beast. With glaring,
reddened eyes and steaming nostrils
he bears down upon it.
Masteroh his trade, Vasquez has his
Toledo blade held out with a firm hand,
hie eye Is glued upon the spot, no
larger than the palm of his band, be-
tweer.: the left shoulder and the spine,
where the point of the weapon must
ni ter.
'... , ,-,i s hold d their breath in this
r,;. suspense. A miss will
cause,
=nen of the matador to sui-
t e F, small hand clutching his
L Mercedes, who, bending g fere
aaau, haully realizes what rhe is de,-
ing, ee great is her interest in the
drama below.
Of course the American' does not re-
n•ove that hand --it might clasp him
thus for hours, and he would find grace
to bear the captivity.
His eyes, too, are upon the scene.
He watches the man with the gaze
of a connoisseur, one who has been
there himself, and appreciates the situ-
ation, which most of the spectators do
not. Vasquez has a smile on his lips,
as though he scorns a beast such as
the one beofre him. The bull has
reached the flaming engano or lure
which is tossed upon his horns, for
the game is done. The point of the
sword has touched the marked spot on
his breast, and the very force of the
bull's onward rush drives the blade
through the lungs into the brave
hes rt.
5o the first round is over, The bull
lies on the saw -dust, blood issuing
from his mouth, and the s ast audience
make the welkin ring with cheers of
" Viva Vasquez ! Bravo matador !"
The hero of the death struggle re-
gcins his fatal sword, wipes it upon
the carcase of his antagonist, makes a
low bow. first in the direction of the
captain -general, and then all around
the amphitheater, after which he starts
to withdraw, in order to make himself
ready for the next encounter,
At this moment a most terrific bel-
low sounds from the direction of the
torah The people hear it, and con-
gratulate each other on the feast yet
in store. Pedro Vasquez stops in his
stride, glances toward the toril door,
shrugs his shoulders, and passes on.
" Vaya hombre !," cries Don Carlos,
rubbing his hands together with de-
light; and addressing the American,
"you shall see fun now. I told you
that black buil was a devil. Evan
brave Pedro does not fancy the busi-
ness. Unless the varlets weary the
animal out before he is, called, it may
go hard with him."
A team of gayly caparisoned mules,
with tinkling bells, is driven into the
arena, and the bull and dead horses
dragged out, after which the second
scene will be opened, the same thing
being gone through with, under a
greater or lesser degree of excitement.
While the arena is being cleared and
gotten itt readiness for the next en-
gagement, Jack converses with the
Spanish girl. He notes the expressive
glances she casts in the direction of
the Turkish pasha, and a light begins
to steal upon him. He fancies he can
at least understand the sudden enmity
of that worthy in the red fez, who has
been lcoking upon him in the light of
a rival. The other matter, concerning
Mercedes and the flower mart of Bar-
celona, remains a deep mystery, which
can only be solved when this strange
girl grants him a private interview.
She talks almost continually of
Pedro, and more than once declares
that she adores brave men in a man-
ner so pointed that Jack is puzzled
to know what she can mean. He does
not understand women—he has always
admitted that fact. What is this
chroming creature hinting at ? Does
she want him to spring down into the
arena and play chulo, banderillero,
and matador all in one ? Thanks, but
he came here to see a show, not to
make one. These men were hired to
amuse people, and did but do their
duty. Perhaps at some future time
fate would be kind enough to give him
a chance to prove his bravery in a way
satisfying to even her Spanish quix-
otic ideas.
For the present he is well content
to sit where he is, and let others do
their best to entertain the multitude.
The mules have done their duty, and
once more the chuios and picadors
ride forward, but the keen eyes of the
American notes a lack of confidence in
treir actions—that awful bellow has
frozen the marrow in their bones, and
they fear the coming encounter with
the fierce demon soon to be let loose.
If Pedro Vasquez has anything ui
the same nervousness about him, woe
unto the matador when he comes to
face the toro. Patience, and we shall
see in good time.
All eyes are bent eagerly and hungri-
ly on the door of the toril, whence
must issue the second bovine monster.
It is still cicsed, but file alquazil has
the key in the lock, and awaits the
signal to whirl the door open, after
which he will leap for his life over
the barrier.
Back of that door a fearful sound is
heard, like a peal of distant thunder
oft repeated, and the audience catch
their breath as the conviction strikes
home, even before they see the bull,
that here must be a warrior fit for
the steel of Vasquez.
Ab ! the trumpet sounds, open flies
the door, the ground seems to tremble
as a mad bull, black as jet and ugly
as sin, sweeps into the arena, ready
to do battle.
Then the silence is broken, a whirl
of furious applause arises, and the
black terror is seen in hot pursuit of
a picador. Vain are the timid at-
tempts of the chulos to distract his at-
tention. The brute keeps one, object in
his eye, and pursues it with over-
whelming zeal.
See ! the horseis thrown over, gored
to his death, and the man will be al-
so, for his fallen steed pins him down,
but just in the nick of time a foot-
man flaunts a scarlet flag before the
bull's eyes, and is presently assisted
over the fence by his powerful pur
suer, with a leg ripped open.
The fallen picador is helped out in
time, and, meanwhile the black bull
has demolished two more horses, Such
a terror has never yet been seen in the
Plaza del Toros, and those who plight
to be worrying him seem themselves
only worried lest they cannot get over
the fence fast enough.
Not horseman 18 left. The animals
lie upon the sawdust, downed by the
bans of the sable giant, while their
late valiant riders sit astride the fence
with the ehulos, ready to drop back if
the bull but winks twice, and utterly
unmindful of the jeers that greet them.
on all sides, accompanied with a
shower of orange parings and nuts.
Undoubtedly the toro is master of
the situation so far. He looks around
him to make sure of this, and then
ctntefteclly chews at a tuft of grass
that appears above the sawdust, which
action is greeted with shrieks of
laughter by the people, who declare
this noble fellow will break the whole
bull -fighting community up yet.
As the remnant of the first brigade'
caenot be bribed or forced to enter
the ring again, the dead horses are
removed as best they can out of the
way with a tackle provided for this
purpose. Thus the ring is substan-
tially cleared for the second scene of
this quick panorama.
Enter the banderilleros with brave
mien, bright ribbons flying, and to the
music of a quickstep by the band.
Jack imagines that unless these men
are extraordinarily spry the same
band will presently have occasion to
play the Dead March in Saul, for there
is blood in the eye of the bull.
He waits until one of them plants
an explosive dart in his side, and then
starts.p Now they scatter like a flock
of sheep. First this one is chased, and
then that other—such is the rapidity
of the toro's advances that the men
are begs ildered by it.
The leader is crushed against the
planking, and a second only saves him-
self by clinging to the horns of the
hull, which animal, by a toss of his
powerful head, sends him into the
crowd.
While this scene is taking place the
eeople have forgotten that they have
tongues. Thr equal of this ebony king
has never been seen before. He strikes
every one with a peculiar feeling of
alarm, and some timid souls are even
contemplating the possibility of seeing
him tear down the strong barrier, and
proceed to demolish the whole amphi-
theater.
It takes Mr. Bull just about ten
minutes to dispose of the banderilleros.
He seems to enjoy the fun about as
'well as the audience do, for some of
the latter have found their tongues
now, and are shouting to the brute to
kill the cowardly curs who dare not
face him. The same bravos who shout
could not be hired to remain in that
ir.closure for half the money in Ma-
drid, but it is so easy to sit in se-
curity and guy a poor devil whose
teeth are rattling together like casta-
nets, and who would not if he could,
and could not if he would.
Is this the end ".
The black bull remains master of
the field, and has not been tired half
enough to give the matador a chance
of killing him. Of course it is not ex-
pected that Pasquez will enter the
arena unless men are found to torment
the bull still more and weary him with
feints.
The management attempt to expos-
tulate with the dart throwers. They
will sit upon the fence and cast their
missiles at long range, but threats
and bribes alike fail to induce them
to enter.
A low murmur, that sounds like far
av:ay thunder, gradually rising as the
storm sweeps near, until the moan be-
comes a shout, and this in turn a tu-
mult. lt. Jack asks the cause. It is not
difficult to find.
The arena contains the figure of a
man—Pedro Vasquez, Toledo blade in
cne hand and scarlet muleta in the
other, stands there. Brave man, he
knows the awful chances he takes, but
by no sign does he show fear.
One hand is raised, it is to quell the
deafening applause, which may un-
nerve him. Wait until all is over, and
then if he wins give him what he de-
serves ; should he lose he will prob-
ably need nothing beyond a requiem.
Instantly all becomes as silent as
death, and those two in the arena face
each other, the man cool and watch-
ful, the brute scraping up the sawduet
and dirt with cne hoof, as if in defi-
ance.
It is a picture for a master.
Mercedes, with clasped hands, gazes
and draws in inspiration—she looks as
though the man in the arena were a
god, and Jack hears her utter words
that thrill him like electricity :
" Caramba ! I adore a brave man !"
The tableau is broken.
It is the bull that makes the first
move. The animal has seemed to
scent new danger from the time Pedro
Vasquez entered the arena, and at the
same time some subtle power has given
the brute to understand that he now
faces a man and not a coward.
Up to this time the sympathies of
the vast audience have been entirely
with Taurus. Deep down in their
hearts these Spaniards respect
bravery, and they cheer the adversary
who follows up his blow, and hiss
those who strike and then fly as though
the Old Nick himself were after them.
Now the toro is in motion again. He
comes plunging down upon the daring
me tador like an avalanche. Pedro
Vasquez has done a foolish thing, and
he knows it, but perhaus some sneer-
ing remark has urged hila on. He
will show these people of Madrid, he
sv ears, that the Vasquez of to -day is
fully the equal of any matador whose
memory is held sacred.
Even the American is forced, to ad-
mire the man's grit, though he expects
to see him suffer for it. l.n Jack's
opinion the Spaniard has not the pro-
per conception of what he should do
under these extraordinary circum-
stances, for never has Pedro faced a
mad bull such as the one now rushing
upon him.
" Fool ! fool !" Jack mutters, almost
unconeciousiy, and then he sees Mer-
cedes turn and give one quick look
into his face, showing she must have
caught his words.
Then comes the collision—whena
fast moving. body hears down upon a
stationary one, unless the latter gets
out of the way in haste, there Is bound
to be a smash-up. ` On a railroad the
lighter engine always gets the worst
of it, and indeed this is generally the
cafe the world over.
Pedro has depended on luring the
bull to one side by means of his flaunt-
ing muleta,` dangled out with his left
a have taken it. 'for
gprted that this animal will follow the
tactics pursued by the last, and swerve
enough from the course to allow the
planting of the sword point upon his
left breast, when, as in the case of the
red bull, his own velocity will do the
rest.
In this he has made a fatal mistake,
for the om'ushing animal has lowered
his head, and keeps a straight course
for the man,
A mighty shudder commit the
crowd. It all happens so quickly that
no one has time to shout a warning,
and up to the last second Vasquers
seems to imagine the bull will swerve.
When he realizes his mistake it is
too late. He endeavors to spring aside,
Mat has planted hiini elf so firmly, with
cutetretched legs, to resist the shock
r\ -hen the hull impales himself on the
Toledo blade, that he loses a second,
and this means all to hien.
The man gives a sheat as the horns
strike him. It does not seem like an
expression of fear, but rather one of
excitement.
Not a sound has been heard in all
that great amphitheatre, for every eye
is glued upon the arena. Finding
that he has lost the game, the mata-
dor tries to save his life by clinging
to the bull's horns. It is a most de-
plorable condition for him, as he may
never again be the people favourite
he was, but life is sweet even when
one has to live without the favour of
the fickle public, and there are mata-
dors in the audience who have bad
their day, and strutted upon the field,
of which he has now been king for
some years.
(To be continued.)
A SCIENTIFIC BONFIRE,
A Jubi'ae Incident Interesting to Small
Boys and Girl:.
Surrey, too, showed the most elaborate
and scientific bonfire of which an account
has been received up to date. It was con-
structed by the students at Cooper's
Hill; it was a thing of beauty and a joy
for an hour. A photograph of it in the
possession of dol. Milward is exceedingly
effective,. for it shows a great cone of
flame with fountains of liquid fire with-
in, and stark in the center of flame
stands the outline of something like a
cross. This magnificent conflagration
merits detailed desoription, for, if it was
not the biggest in the kingdom, it was
certainly one of the most skilfully laid.
A pyramid of a thousand pine faggots 18
feet high and 22 feet in diameter, formed
its substance. Then—I quote from the
letter of an eye -witness—' a central pole
sustained an iron tube leading from a
force -pump about ' 70 feet to the wind-
ward of the fire. Forty gallons of petro-
leum were pumped up during the pro-
gress of the fire and delivered through
a number of small holes drilled in the
cross horizontal branches at the top of
the iron pipe. Streams of liquid fire
were thus sent out for nearly an hour,
and kept up a most magnificent blaze."
As for the kindling, it was effected by
an infernal machine appiled to legiti-
mate purposes. "Amidst a heap of shav-
ings saturated' with petroleum at the top
of the heap a box was placed containing
a mixture of sugar and chlorate of pot-
ash, and also a sealed glass test-tube
containing sulphuric acid." Above this
was suspended a weight secured by a
string, and as the hour of 10 struck, the
wife of the president (Mrs, Pennyouick)
cut the string, the weight fell, and a
huge blaze followed immediately. This
method of ignition is safe where scien-
tific knowledge is as general as it is at
Cooper's Hill; but chlorate of potash is
a dangerous toy for the unskilled, as the
late, but by no means lamented, Bour-•
din found to his cost in the neighborhood
of Greenwich Observatory,
Let me pause here for a moment to
describe the kindling of the fires, as wit-
nessed from the tower of the Crystal
Palade by Col. Milward, who may be
termed the founder of the feast. Begin-
ning his observations at 10 o'clock, ho
was able to see between 60 and 70 fires.
This was not near to being the record
number, for whom Broadway, in Wor-
cestershire, an observer counted 140, and
from Malvern two spectators counted 128
and 132, respectively. Still a great field
spread itself before Col. Milward's eyes
east and west and south and north as he
stood by no means like "a lovelorn mai-
den, in a palace tower." And his obser-
vations are valuable as being those of an
expert in fires. As be looked toward
Hampstead or Knockholt or toward the
darkness of the Surrey Hills he was able
to perceive the kindling of the fires and
to note the distinct characteristics of
beacon fires in the distance. First came
a small, starlike spark, then a dull red
flame of a candle in still air, not flicker-
ing in the slightest degree. Steadiness
and a red glow are the cbaracteristics of
r beacon fire.—London Times.
At Last.
"Henceforth," she exclaimed, "you shall
be to me as a stranger]"
Her husband was fairly mad with joy.
He could not speak. He could only fold
her to his bosom again and again, taking
care to unfold her each time, of course.
At last, then, the constraint and distrust
that had subsisted between them was to be
no more.—Detroit Journal.
Newspaper Waifs.
She—Have you ever loved another
woman? He—Dear, you are the one
woman in the whole world.—Philadel-
phia North American.
"I hope, Ophelia, that you are not so
foolish as to call yourself a 'wash -lady.' "
"'Deed I don't, Miss May. I calls myself
a laundry-lady."—Indianapolis Journal.
Mrs. A.—Is it true .that your son.
holds the appointment of warder in a
jail?' Mrs. B.—Yes; but only criminals
of good families are imprisoned there.--
Tid-Bits.
"I'11 get the best of that confounded
personal -baggage clause." "How?" "If
I want to bring over 000 worth of new
clothes, I'Il make five trips."—Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
Pease -Well, there's the church -bell.
Castleton will be around in a minute.
Hubbard -What, are you going to church?
Pease—Oh, no! but that was to be the
signal for our century run. -Punk.
To Make Good Butter.
The secret of good butter is in the way
it is managed after it is made. Itis
pressed and worked to get out the whole
of the buttermilk. If the whole' Is not
removed, the butter will spoil in a short
time, and if it is too much worked it
Will be tough and gluey, But the more
buttermilk is extracted the longer the
butter will keep, and by 'clarifying it
will keep even weeks and ' •amonthe with-
out Salt.
A PIGGERY.
Cheap and Convenient Hoghonse For Pure
Bred Stook Swing.
The Country Gentleman gives the
fallowing description and illustration
of a pen for four stook hogs:
A cheap, fairly satisfactory piggery
tor three brood sows and a boar might
be constructed as follows:
Width, 16 feet; length, 64 feet, The
figure shows at the bottom a yard 6 by
16 feet, a floored sp.aoe 8 by 16 feet,.
one-half of which is covered as shown
by the elevation at the top of the pic-
ture. The figure also shows one section,
that which should be floored, of a sec-
ond pen. The unfloored portion is not
shown. The clotted line in the elevation
shows the floor. It should descend away
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PEN FOR BREEDING Sw1NE.
from the bedroom and toward the
trough, not toward the bedroom, as.
shown by time line.
These pens may be constructed cheap-
ly and are comfortable in cold weather
if double boarded and packed with straw
between the hoardings.
The roof is of boards with wide bat-
tens—that is, nearly double boarded—
and might be covered in winter with.
straw, held in place by poles on the
roof, where the climate is extremely
cold.
Four pons, as above described, would
require about 2,000 feet of lumber and
20 common fence posts,
Professor Kent of Iowa a few years
since was using pens 8 by 8, like the
covered part, set in the corners of lots
20 by 60 feet. In the spring, when the
sows were farrowing, a lantern was
hung in the pen if the weather was at
all cold. With these simple pens he
raised a large number of full blooded
pigs successfully.
A former student of Cornell univers-
ity built pens similar to the section last
described (8 by 8), hut did not set the
posts in the ground. The pens were
placed in a pasture field at some dis-
tance apart. He was successful in rais-
ing from 300 to 400 pigs yearly. Brood
sows should have exorcise, and by the
latter, and, as we think, better method,
it is secured.
Horse That Threw His Feed on the Floor.
This spring I bought a large horse.
Soon after I fed him the first time I
noticed that a good share of his food.
was on the stall floor. I saw the man of
whom I bought him, and he told mo
that the horse would always root his
food out of the box; that he had kicked,
pounded and whipped to no purpose,
and that while he was looking at him
he would eat as quietly as any horse,
but as soon as his back was turned the
food went on the floor. I came home
and gave the horse a good feed of corn
and oats, then went into the next stall,
where I could look through a crack.
When all was quiet, the horse reached
his nose to the farther end of the box,
worked it down to the bottom, then
drew it forward, and the box was near-
ly empty. I drove two tenpenny nails
through the end of the box near the
top. The horse'was not long getting his
chin at liberty and never tried it again.
There is no use whipping a horse to
break him of 'a habit. It cannot be done
that way. I have a horse that would
take as much corn into his mouth as he
could. It was wasted, for be could not
chew it. I took three nails, about 4
inches long, and drove them about an
inch into the bottom of his box. He can
nt without any difficulty, but cannot
"hog" down Jais grain. If we are a lit-
tle smarter than the horse, we can
usually get along without abusing him.
—Cor. Prairie Farmer.
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Horses Like Ensilage.
I have fed some ensilage to horses for
several years, but the past winter I was
short of oats and have fed ensilage to
two mules, to a brood mare and two
colts. The mare has been suckling for
six weeks now, and I see no bad effects.
They relish it and eat all they want
once per day, which is about one-half
bushel each. I -hear a great deal about
hot ensilage. My pits or rooms, as they
are entirely above ground, with a plank
floor, areonly ten feet square. I fill in.
August,' don't open until. November,
and they have by that, time : cooled
down, and I have no more trouble with
hot ensilage unless a warm spell comes
and I don't feed fast enough to keep
the surface fed off. I never loosen up
moire than I feed at a time, —Cor, Rural
New Yorker.
THOSE LUNG WORMS.
Symptoms of This Ailment In Sheep and
Lambs and Its Cure.
.A writer in The Breeder's Gazette
describes s trouble amoug his sheep, as
follows:
"I would like to oonsnit you about a
flock of Sbrapshiros that I have. They
are in miserable condition, say a fourth
of the flock. They are troubled with a
cough. fall off, their bellies seem to try
to reach their backbones, but they hang
on and do not die. The disease seems to
attack lambs worse than older sheep.
There is some evidence of catarrh and a
little running at the nose. I am inclined
to think that it is worms in the lungs.
The sheep eat well but get no good.
from what they eat. They have some
ticks. Would you advise that this flock
be sheared at once, dipped and treated
with powders? There is some slime in
their dung.”
Professor John A. Craig of the Wis-
consin experiment station replies:
"It is altogether likely that the trou-
ble with these lambs is due to the rav-
ages of the lung worm. The time to
kill this worm—and it is about the only
time that it can be effectively killed-
is when it first makes its present
known iu the early fall months—August
or September. At that time and just
after weaning a few lambs in the bunch
that has been weaned will become thin,
and when driven a little cough slightly.
That is the time to get right after the
worm with turpentine, and it is advisa-
ble to treat all the lambs at the same
time. That has been aur practice and
we have been successful in bringing
the lambs back tei a thrifty condition.
But if they are left go until they reach
the condition described by our corre-
spondent I do not think that auy pow-
der or other remedy will be of any use
in restoring their normal growth. My
advice to our correspondent would be to
sell these lambs, for they will always
be small and an eyesore, and about Au-
gust watch for the recurrence of this
trouble and as soon as the first symp-
toms are noticed treat all the lambs to
throe or four doses of turpentine, if
that number of doses is found necessary
to stop the coughing. In my experience
with sheep I have never known a fall
that I have not had some cases of this
kind to teat, and yet our lambs have
always turned out thrifty after the tur-
pentine treatment. The whole point in
its use is to use it before the trouble
has advanced too far. As a dose I aim
to give each lamb a teaspoonful in three
or four tinges as much milk. Usually
three doses given in one week cures the
most obstinate cases. At the time I
have mentioned sheep are very shy in
the matter of eating powders, and be-
cause of this and the effectiveness of
the turpentine I have always relied on
the latter.
"In regard to the treatment of the
ewes for ticks I would advise shearing
them as soon as the weather and the
lambing permits. Then, after the ewes
and the lambs have run together for
about two weeks, dip all the lambs
thoroughly. It will be found that the
tioks have passed from the ewes to the
lambs, in which case it is only neces-
sary to dip the lambs. The latter are
also much easier handled than the ewes
thoroughly, and for that purpose every
breeding and feeding farm should have
a dipping vat."
Hackney Filly.
Herewith is the picture of as neat a
2 -year-old hackney filly as ever was
brought to America. She is of mingled
YOUNG HACKNEY MARE.
Rufus and Denmark blood and was
born and reared in Yorkshire, England.
She won, the first prize for hackney
mares under 3 years old at the last New
'York horse show.
Live Stock Points.
The bog comes as near being useful
to man in every part of him as an ani-
mal can be. An extensive industry is
carried on in making pepsin from the
lining of bis stomach. Tho man who
has the digestion of a hog is supposed
to be thoroughly well, and some people
believe that if they swallow the extract
of the hog's stomach lining they will
have such digestion.
The quarantine law against Texas
fever is a serious drawback to cattle
buyers and shippers in the southwest.
There are now as many as 2,50.0,000
beeves south of the danger line waiting
so go north, while north of the line
beeves are scaroe. Some of our scientific
farmers have discovered that the Texas
fever is due to the cattle tick which in-
fests beef animals in the south and
southwest. It has been found that dip-
ping them in a preparation devised at
one of the southern experiment stations
will effectually destroy the fever tick.
At the Fort Worth stock yards cattle
dipping will be gone into on a colossal
scale, so that the animals may be ship-
ped. north all the year.
New and economical industrial proc-
.eases are constantly being, discovered.
One of these is the invention of machin-
ery which pulls the wool from sheep
hides as soon as the ,animal is slaugh-
tered and skinned. The wool thus ob-
tained is thoroughly cleansed and sent
to the clout mails, while the hides are
cured owl ;acne to the leather dealers.
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