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OR, WHAT THE THRUSH SAID.
MAPPER -XIv,-(Cont'cl).
It was a fine morning, sunny and calm,
and wo were going. smoothly along, with
the Sicilian ht11s standing up . like sha-
dowy islands flora the blue waters of the
Mediterranean on our port side, wheu a
British gunboat: moving at logit speed,
eigualled us in passing, and as a result
of the si•(;na18 lay to while our captain
and the colonel of the regiment got Out
boat and went aboard her.
Wheu the boat returned to our vessel
we were all called to quarters, grog was
served out to all hands, and the cap-
tain, standing en the quarter-deck, read
out to us a eltort account of the battle
of Balaclava, the defeat of the Russian
attack, and the daring charge of the Brit-
ish Dight Cavalry down the valley under
ei heavy Are.
Then the grog was drunk, three cheers
were given, and we were dismissed; but
the news had produced a marked effect.
The war -fever had broken out again, arld
nearly every man in the ship was pout-
ing to get into action.
Pair sailing now for a long spell. We
threaded amongst the Greek Islands
golden weather, and looked with wond
ou the strange vessels, the vine -clad hill
the little towns, wish their clustered hon
es amongst dark foliage, and their ston
piers and bastions dotted with movirsg
speoke of color. We passed through
Dardanelles, thronged with Englis
French and Turkish ships of war, oresse
the flea of Marmara during a hot ni
wlien the moon shone in full splendor an
flies bit like asps, and in the broad b1a
in
er too I've a mind to go and ask about that
drummer, I cannot get him out of .my
s' eyes.'
° Pat held up the flask, looking at the
spirit with one eye and winking the other.
alae ' Me 1atia,"' he said, "ye're both young and
d, soft-hearted. What rave seen is the cone.
mon sights of a camp. 'Tis the fortin'.
eht o' war. I drink to yez. Here's ehort
a siege an' a long peace, an' the grills
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time conies to fight, we must .fight, but
there's' no -Watt to make 'worry about.
"Aht" said Phil, with a ..sigh; "when
we get orders to go in, we mast 8w int.
and the firat shot we fere may do that,"
and he pointed to the stretebor on which
the poor boy was being milled away.
And we turned about and wont silently
into camp. We found Pat xlarringtcu
seated on the ground outside his tent,
eating bread and onione and drinking
runt out of a flask.
"Have ye heord the news, my joo1P"
he asked. "We're for the triuches in the
mornin', our Company and G Oompany,
and yell be ether amain' powder afore
ye smell soup, Willie. D'ye mind?"
„Pat,' said I, cheering ap at the sight
of the Irishman's jolly face, I've a
thumping piece of sausage and a bunch
of raisins in my knapsack, and if yon
like to join the corporal and me we'll
make sure of a sapper to -night.".
It's a go, boy," answered Pat, "and
well said of yes, for belike there's some
of us may have no appetite for supper
to morrer,"
"Phil," eaid I, as we turned ,oat our
'viands and sat down to eat. "before tat -
of the morning sunshine came fA sight
of C•onstantiuopie, Rte white waft s and
golden domes glittering and shining, and
its tawny sands looking alnnoat red
against the intense blue of the sea.
Here there was much signalling and
salute firing •and playing of bands, and
tale men ran up on deck and cheered the
Union Jaok whigh floated over the hos-
pitals of Scutari. In another hour we
were in the Black Sea, with only two
hundred miles between ue and the enemy.
The men became exceedingly merry, and
to have heard the singing and laughter,,,
and watched the wild antics in which
the sailors and soldiers indulged, one
might have thought our vessel was bound
on a pleasure cruise instead of a mis-
sion of death. •
But death had been very busy, and
now, while we .were yet discussing the
news of Balaclava, come information of
the deadly struggle at Inkernian, and
the repulse of the Russian sortie after a
day of desperate fighting, and at the cost
of many of our best men.
This news wrought ue up to a pitch of
fierceness which we had never yet reach-
ed, so that eve counted the .hours, and
thought and talked of nothing else but
'getting at them," poor fellows, as if the
untaught, faithful dupes of a grasping
tyrant had been our enemies; as if 'he
had done any more or any worse tha
we were now prepared to do—nay, no
"Willie," said Joyce, as he stirred his
grog, emiling pleasantly across at me,
"if I happen to tumble off r porch,
you might take my watch ane my love
to --you'll find the address in the
watch,"
"Of course," said I, thinking he was
joking. "but suppose--"
"That's a promise, then," said Phil, and
held out his hand; "and now, Pat," he
cried, gaily, "don't be afraid of that
spoonful of rum, for I've just picked up
a bottle of good light wine for a song,
and we'll drink your toast again in the
real stuff:"
CHAPTER V.
When we had finished ow supper, Joyce
and I went for a stroll in the oalliip to
piel✓t up news. We set out, or least I did,
full of eagerness and enthusiasm, and ex-
pecting to find the men of other regi-
ments in as good- spirits as ourselves.
Had not our men already achieved
three splendid victories? Might not any
hour see the commencement of yet an. general engagements "Phil," sal
, I, slapping my friend tfh the shoulder
"we shall see great doings here. We hav
missed Inkerman, but we are interne fo
iii the capture of eebastopoh"
i i Phil did notnspeak. Tr only-nsolent aaeswer sI
A'Oome,". sri<ld. ;081e rising, et „ e go
and ask about the little drummer,
We went over to the field bospiiaL, but
tented
woxe stepped by the sentry, Aft wo 1li' d
away, however, we met the corporal whit
had been in ok:erge of the bearers when
they passed lie, ,and he told us that the
boy 'had had his leg taken at acid had
been t3noonseious ever since, `•,tie`s a
nice oliild,'" said the corporal, "and it's
a cursed shame to see hint suffer; and
he'll die, he will, when oil's done-" and
the eorpora4, brake out into a vol�lee of
imprecations against "them sniunpin',
dodgin', sneakin' sharp -shooters," adding,
rather illogically, that he'd "pot any
blauk mother's son as showed his acme
while Le was itt the trenelses, if ho didn't
might be be," etc, etc,
By this time it was quite dark, but
though the musketry fire had nearly died
away, the eanuon still kept booming, and
occasionally there came from the trench-
es the crash of a bursting shell, Indeed,
long after we had got to our tents and
laid ourselves down in our great -coats and
biaukess the firing went on, like the noise
of distant thunder.
The morning was raw and cold, and a
thin suow falling when we turned out.',
The great guns from the allied and Rita.
earl batteries were thundering, and the
crackle of musketry was continuous.
We snatched a Meaty breakfast of dry,
coaree bread and weak tea, and fell in
for duty in the /treurhes. I glanced at
the men's faces as I went to my place,
They looked pale and excited, for the
most part, while the face of young Simp-
son as he walked rapidly up and down
in front was very much itushed, and his
neck as red as his jacket.
For ray pare I felt terribly nervous, my
muscles quivered, and I lied hard wank
to keep my tenth from chit#tiring. I
don't know that I was a.Craid, though the
idea of what a shattered jaty or broken
thigh would feel like seemed to fas.en
upon mite with a horrid fascination, and
every time a shell burst over the trench-
es I felt as if some one had put a cold
key clown my back. I would a thousand
times rather have camiu-used with a gen-
eral engagement, like the Alma. The
dodging sharp -shooters and tate erratic
whistling dicks were not pleasant things
to think about.
Patsy Harrington and Toyee were the
last two on parade. Pat came out cheery
and ruddy and clean sbaved, Joyce as
easy and amiable as ever, Both men
appeared as enol as if they were falling
in for kit iespe:tion on their own parade
at Weymouth.
So we fell in; and the drummers served
out ball-cartr4dges to us, which seemed to
cause a lot of fumbling before we got it
°relied and stowed away. and then the
captain came up at a dawdling walk, with
his sword clattering behind and a smile
on his face, and gave the word. Fours -
right, quick march!" And with beating
hearts and nervous halide we went out
far the first time under fire.
For ,a time we stepped along steadily
and ithout incident, the roar of the
cannons growing louder, and the crack
of the rifles sharper as wo advanced. But
Presently the man °n my*left. Ben Wil-
lis, uttered a stifled "Ah." and fell right
in front of me, so that I nearly tumbled
A over 114m. Some of the oxen lost step,
and the section of fours belittle us went
e a bit wide, hu. the captain railed out,
r Steady, men: by the left," and we moved
ith a bl
only prepared to do; we were eager to
do it, and I one of the most eager of
them all.
Only Phil Joyce, of all our regiment,
retained his self-possession, and with un-
ruffled placidity continued to smoke and
read, and look out over the sunny water,
dreaming of the girl he'd left behind
him.
There was a dense grey sea mist on the
morning when we expected to reach port,
and this delayed us for some hours; but
about two in the afternoon the report
went round that we were within an hour's
sail of the harbor, and directly after there
came a dull booming . sound from over-
sea.
D'ye hear the music?" said Joe Bal-
lance, the ship's corporal, who was .stand-
ing close to me and Joyee.
Joyce nodded assent. I asked what the
sound was.
That," said the ship's corporal,"is the
ususic you've got to dance to, that is.
That's the big guns a-bunnbardin' of Se-
barst-a-pool."
Phil and I went forward, and stood
peering into the mist and listening to
the thunder of the cannonade, which •-rew
louder and louder, until the most reek-
, less of our men seemed awed by the
sound, and then, as they crowded for-
ward in eager expectation, the mint lift-
ed, and we saw the heights of Balaclava,
and the old tower perched on its crag,
and the shipping in the harbor below;.
and on the freshening breeze was borne
to us, with the roar of the cannon, the
light carol of the cavalry trumpets and
the dull rolling of the drums.
We landed the same afternoon and
marched into quarters, headed by the
band of the 93rd Highlanders, and fol-
lowed by a crowd of Turkish, Greek, an
Reasaanian camp -larders, the mos
tbjeviee, disreputable, an$ vicious -look
got was the boom of the Russian can-
non and the "rap, rap rap---rap—rap,
rap" of our musketry ill the trenches.
We came across a party of eoldiers'soon
afterwards. There were several men of
the Fusilier Guards, two or three Rifle-
men, a bombardier of Artillery and a
French Zouave, lying down behind a
small hillock, smoking.
The Frenchman lay at the end of the
mound with his chin on his hand and his
black eyes staring over at the walls of
Sebastopol-_ Brie expression reminded me
forcibly of a caged tiger watching a
horse.
The Artilleryman, a young, good-look-
ing fellow, lay on his back, with one leg
thrown over the other, and gazed absent-
ly at the smoke as it wreathed up from
his cigar.
The 'other men were lying close to-
gether listening, with apparently little
interest, to a sharp-eyed, red-haired pri-
vate of, the Rifle Brigade, who sat half-
way up the hillock with hie shako tilted
over his brows and his arms clasped
round his knees.
0n all their faces was a look of stern-
ness and, of sullen resolution sack as I
had never yet beheld. They were sharp -
featured, bronzed, and lean, and their
belts and uniforms faded and dirty. One.
of them had a raw red sear across his
cheek and a bandage round his wrist;
another wore two odd boots; another had
a patch of blue cloth on the knee of his
grey trousers.
ing
"Bet
wr ell nothseR he inside o'sSe-
baetopol this year. I heerd, over in the
Raaigers' lines,_ from the colonel's groom,
ae heercl it at mess, as there's no ohance
at all of us gittin' in for months. :laid
d ; that means winterin' it out in this 'ere
t climate, which is the larst as ever Gord
made-"
ng villains I had ever yet set eyes on.
'And all the while we were disembark-
ing, and all the while we were teking up
our position, the roar of the great guns
continued, and the crackle of musketry
from the trenches went on like a dia-
bolical tattoo.
But we had Ianded. We were actually
in the field, and could see the plunging
shot throw up clouds of dust beyond the
trenches, and the shells bursting over_ the
Russian batteries, and we were filled with
a sort of savage joy.
"Come on, Willie, les go up to the
Cathcart hill and see the fen," said
young Allan and we started off in a
party of a dozen, as if the whole affair
had been a gala.
But ere we bad gone twenty yards Joyce
joined us, and, taking me by the arm,
said, "Come, I'll show you something
that will cool your blood a little."
Re drew me °,way from the noisy group,
who went ehattering and laughing up the
hill, and we walked a hundred yards to-
wards the Highlauders''lines.
There was a line of men approaching.
Joyce „pointed them out to me. They
marched in pairs, each pair carrying a
stretcher. They were a fatigue party
bearing in wounded from the trenches.
We stood aside and watched ahem. On
the first stretcher lay a private of the
Rifle Brigade. We could see his face,
drawn and livid, his left arm hanging 1
down, his right hand clueching the Breast
of his dark jacket, and the blood flowing
over his fingers. The man on the sec -
and stretcher had his face covered with ,
a handkerchief soaked with blood, and'
was holding both his arms over his head, I
clutching at the air with his fingers and 1
moaning piteously. The man on the I
third stretcher lay perfectly still. itis
chin was sunk on his breast, and his
eyes were closed. No wound was visible,
but he looked like death.
I turned away my head. Ilhe party I
At this point the Rifleman caught sight
of me and Joyce, and, with a cool nod
remarked
Evenin', chums. JesO come ashore. Tell
that by your new togs, and by your
plump faces. This place 11 soon rub the
parade polish off you. They'll shove you
in trenches to-morrer, an' you'Il smell
brimstone, bet ger life on that "
Shut up, Purkiss," said one of the
Guardsmen, gruffly; "the whistlin' dicks
11 tell about it soon enough, without
Year chin -wag. Got any news, com-
rades?"
No," said Joyce; "we came out to look
for some. Tell us how are things going
on?"
"Bad," said the Guardsman.
"You had hard work at Inkerman,"
man," suggested Joyce.
"My oath," exclaimed the Rifleman;
"but the scrappin's not the worst on it,
not by a pailful. Is it mates?"
"There's sickness in the camps," said
the Guardsman; "an' the weather's get-
ting cold, an' the duty's very heavy. an'
the rations is bad."
"The army's dyin' out," said another
Fusilier, "that's the fact. boss in action,
loss in the trenches, dysentery and camp
fever's playing blazes with us."
"Dying like rotten sheep," added the
Bombardier.
"Short o' food, short o' blankets, short
0' medicines, short o' liquor," the first
Guardsman remarked; "overworked, and
like to be worse."
"No sign of aettin' into
thatn ace '
1
said .the Rifleman, jerking his thumb. to-
wards Sebastopol, and many a sign o'
bein froze to death if we don't get in."
-This bacca' we're smokin' now was giv-
en us by the French," said the second
Fusilier; "snakes me ashamed of me col-
ors. The Russians is well fed, the French
is well fed, and the lazy Turks fattens
ike pigs, an' us hungry to bed at night,
an' hungry to work in the mornin', an'
the wounded ]yin` on the bare earth, an'
1 not half enough lint and bandages. Blast
e 1 the war, I say."
Amen," growled the Bombardier. Joyce
eat down and began to talk in his cheer -
Yu) way to the men. I went and sated
, clear of the mound behind the. Zouave,
looking towards the walls of Sepastopol,
1 from which the guns flasheri redly
through the gathering darkness.
'Do you speak English, comrade?" 1
said, addressing time Frenchman.
Ile smiled, shrugged his shoulders, flip-
ped his fingers at me, and answered with
great affability, "Hallo, ere'.g fuels."
I was so pleased with his ,n that
1 a gwer t t
I gave him a ciar.
Ile bit off the and, bowed, struck a
match on his wide, red pants, and, show-
ing his white teeth, beacon to chatter to
me in French.
( I didn't understand one word of his
lauguago, so I replied in English, amui wo
rind rinite a pleasant conversation at the
j end of which. the Zouave arose, laughed,
hearth.• slapped mo on the shoulder,
curled his long moust.aohe, and went off
whistling s quick -step.
'While I stood. watching tam 1 heard a
!I
eavy thud behind ma. followed by a
1
harsh, scrosinfmig rush of anmethine above
my head.
I looked up.' •'What's that?" I called
out to the little Rifleman,
That," said Ise, with •a langh, "is a
1 whistling dick• a round shot front the
Ibatteries, ovcrsighc•erl; you'll get used to
am pretty soon, an'won't stand out. o'
cover as you're doth' now."
oved silently on' for a while, and thou
one couple halted, and a.corporal went
up and leaned aver the stretc}ter. Joys
and I approached.`
Can we do anything, Oorporail?," Phil
asked,
Yes, give us a drop of brandy, if you
have it, was the answer.
Joyce took out a flask and banded it
to the corporal. We went up Asci looked
what he was doing. Oto the litter lay a
drummer'boy—a slim lad of fifteen --•and
the corporal was wetting his lips with
the spirit. The boy made no sound, but
lay tuck wide-eyed and pale, add as he
lay the tears ran down his cheeks.
"Poor little Chapple," the r c r
opo aI said,
as the men took up the stretcher and
moved on, "Ite s tooyoung for this work.
lie're just been hit with a piece of shrap.
eel in the groin and his leg's nigh shot
away. I doubt if he'll live the night
out."
-Leek," said ,Payee, pointing over to
ercl the C,atheart 11111• • "kook here!"
I turned and saw a lot of our men
standing on the hill looking down upon
the trenches. Corporal Allan was a tittle
la faint, of the rest, and was waving his
cap excitedly, and showing .unmistakable
signs of joy.
"Think of his pool wif(,," said .Phil,
"and look at these mel on. the Kt.retah•
era. This is a bed business, Willie, a
pro(mc••r piece of the dev.il'r;work, and
nothing to be pleased et.
"f--ar are ' right, Phil,," I answered,
Sadly, for the sight of the drtunrcner-boy'g
tears had Quito sobered nme. "When the
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(To be continua,)
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SIR 1[£ERBERTS WIT.
Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, the
famous English actor -manager, has
a reputation as a wit also.
When he appeared at the Palace
recently, a fellow variety artist,
given to hailing everybody by
Sir A. Beerbohm 'Tree.
Christian name, saluted him with
"Hallo, Herbert!" Sir Herbert,
who was accompanied at the mo-
ment by Lady Tree, responded by
shaking hands and asking leave to
introduce "My wife, Maud!'
One day, at rehearsal, Sir Her-
bert asked a youthful actor to
"Step hack a little." The player
did so. Tree eyed him critically—
and went on rehearsing. After a
time he repeated the request: "A
little further back." The youth
obeyed. Surveying him, Tree went
on with his work. Shortly after-
wards he again asked him to step
still further back. "If I do," ex-
postulated the youth, "I shall be
right off the stage." "Yes," said
Tree, "that's right."
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CAUSE AND EFFECT.
Travelling in the wild and woolly
west, a gentleman entered a small
township in order that he might
make the purchase of a watch and
chem.
The storekeeper was very pleased
to oblige, but as he. wrapped tip the
articles- purchase.d he included with
h
them a feaisome- o fing revolver
of very respectable dimensions.
"Y say," observed the astonished
traveller, "what are you doing? I
didn't offer to btty a revolver."
The w,btchrnaker, puzzled in turn,
and thinking his customer must
have lost his sense and reason, re-
plied :
"But you have bought a gold
watch. If you are going to keep it
in these parts, you'll want the gun,
too ! "
Thirty-threeyearsis the average
length of a generation.
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pP to •fa .�I.eltioval(ntant
Stale on a Diet of ''Sweets..
Poverty is capital. --a, lir eative
force, a whip, a spur, an incentive,.
Ambition dies oa a diet of truffle
and goose liver, •says a, writer in
Woman's World.
Hard ;schools teach great lessons,.
An unearned dollar is a, fool maker.
Those who do not understand hew
to make money can't retain. it.
Don't mind these few Spartan
years. They are blessings. The
appetite for achievement stales on
sweets --hunger lends zest to dog-
gedness.,
You must work—you have no
choice. You must earn or you can't
eat. There's no helping hand be-
hind you—you've got to seize '(he
opportunity before you.
Responsibility is riding on your
shoulders, but duty broadens char-
•acter. Pack your chest with cour-
age and begin to win. What you've
missed in training you can make up
in steadiness and readiness, Edu-
Dation at its best merely points out
the host competent method, and if
you, keep your eyes open and put
your heart in your tasks common
sen.sewill show you as much aa a
text book. You are ignorant of
theories, but theory after all. isn't
nearly so important as practice.
You can't achieve more than you
believe. Your reward will be pro-
portionate to your .effort. Whatever
you can grasp with clean hands is
your property, but you'll be knock-
ed about, blocked and fought by
every man who wants what you
seek. If you have a yellow streak
you haven't a show.
The years that face you are full of
promise. To -morrow is alwsts
mightier than yesterday.
The newcomer .profits by the
trials and struggles of the past, and
more knots have been untied, more
problems have been solved in this
single generation than in any pre-
vious century.
Legislation is tearing whip after
whip from the hand of Privilege--
hours
rivilege—hours are shorter, sanitation is bet-
ter, and facilities of every sort are
at the disposal of all who wish to
improve their minds and bodies.
But we offer no charity -only
cowards and shirkers whine for con-
cessions. We want the greatest
ability at the top, so we are merci-
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in which we can truly test efficiency.
When" you are discouraged, weep
on your own .shoulder—pluck is
ashamed to display its tears,
Hold hard to hope—fling your
faith in the teeth of ridicule, disas-
ter and enmity.
Dream far we build close to the
stars in this century. Think with
unleashed imaiantion.
GOOD EAR.
"My daughter. says I have a good
ear for music." What does she
mean by that!" "I don't know ex-
actly, I'm afraid. she refers to the
fact that I can listen to some of the
things she plays without getting
the earache."
THEN THEY WALKED AWAY.
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Mrs. Crandall—He has never
seen many savages.
Mrs. Ardmore—No ; your Adel-
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COW -TESTING CUSS.
The co-operative cow tesi;ing ae-
sociations of Denmark have rapid-
ly increased to about 500 as.soeia-
tielle, A man is +employed by each:
association to visit, the farms and
de the testing every three weeks.•
He weighs the milk and keeps an
aoourate record of the feed con -
so the net profit per year
of each individual oow can bo
certained,
Two Copenhagen milk companies
handle over 100,000 pounds of milk
a day, all of which is produced un,
der veterinary inspection and in
accordance with strict ',tales laid
down by the company.
Inspectors see -that everypro-
ducer lives up to these rules, wh+.fh
require cleanliness at eery etep.
As soon as drawn, the milk must
be cooled and kept below 50 de-
grees Fahrenheit; the slightest off
flavor may cause the bottling plant
to refuse the milk.
Then it is pasteurized- at 180 de-
grees, cooled to below 60 degrees
and put into small -necked bottles
sealed with corks or expanded pulp
covers,
Milk sold in bulk is sent out in
large sealed cans from Which it may
be drawn only through a faucet,
over which must appear a state-
ment of its quality.
In this way skim, 'one half skims„•--,..
whole milk and cream may be put
out by the same wagoir at prices
varying according to the • qurilit '
without danger of the purchaser'
being defrauded.
All this milk is of the same high
sanitary standard. Thirty pounds'
of ice must be provided for every
eleven gallons of milk produced,
There are 1,110 co-operative and
300 private creameries in Denmark,
These manufacture over 200,000,000
pounds of butter a year,, S0 per
cent. of which is exported to Great
Britain. In summer the milk is do-
livered twice a day and in winter
once.
Stringent rules are laid down in
regard to cooling the milk on the'`
farm and in not mixing morning's
and: night's milk. All foods which
may impart an objectionable flavor
to the milk are forbidden.
The creameries are compelled by
law to pasteurize all skim milk by
heating to 180 degrees before it
leaves the creamery, to prevent
the spread of tuberculosis through
this medium.
.rr�,,�USEFUL DAIRY HINTS.
tet price of dairy animals is
steadily rising and the demand for
good, young dairy cows is greater
than the supply. �'
Breed to the very best dairy buil
possible and save and care for well
all of the heifer calves. They, will
be worth good money to you or to
somebody else, at two years of age
with the first calf at their side.
Fill the producing cows up on
clover hay or alfalfa hay if you can
get it, instead of fodder or other
coarse stuff containing low feed
valu, '
These sensible dairyman does not
expect something for nothing and
a eow cannot give a full flow of
milk .on feeds that do not contain
sufficient milk elements.
Oats, wheat, bran, oilmeal and
shorts should supplement the clo-
ver hay.
Feed some ground corn, but de
not make it the sole concentrated
ration.
LITTLE HELPS ON THE FARM.
Mosquitoes pretty bad? Cover
every water hole that cannot be
drained with kerosene and duanp
the rainwater barrel.
No need to wear white pants in.
the dairy—blue ones can be washed
just as often. It's the cleanliness,
not the color that counts.
Why not drain all those low'
spots after the crops have been
cared for and add to the acreage t
The well -kept mowing machine
hums—it does not rattle.
Do not cut the grass a day too
early or a day .too late. Send in.
the mower just when bloom shows
like a mist over the field,
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WISE SAYINGS..
It is not our bitter enemies that,
do us the most harm; it is our bit-
ter friends.
Poverty is to happiness what ap-
petite is to food. - Poverty enables
us to enjoy the simplest pleatsurese
appetite the simplest faro.
The world is a looking -glass; it.
reflects—yourself.
The best way
to secure
revenge-
is
even o•is
not to make your enemy fail, but,
suoceed yourself.
Frequently the extraordinary -
man is only the ordinary man in ex-
traordinary circumstances,
The good man .seldom discovers.
the bad there is in woman ; the bad;
seldomdiscovers the good.
The ordinary man is at home in•
his own surroundings ; the man of
the world in all.
We cross the stream of life at
different places. Some wade,.
through the shallows in a drought,
other, have to swim across decub
waters in a storm.
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