Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 45, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 July 1895 — Page 2

THE OLD FARM HOUSE. Iv» fellows in the city, although great you may have grown, . Though wealth you have in plenty, and fame you call your own; Ton fallows in the city, who in early childhood days, Bomped among the meadows in the country's green by-ways, I know you sometimes sicken of the city’s •> .. dust and heat, And your eyes grow blurred while looking at the lorijrsfid crowded street, Sill it fades into the country’s lanes and fields you used to roam, And on memory’s canvas then is spread .. the old-farm-home. The old farm home — With the blooming apple orchard, With the little garden plot, With the milk house cool and dripping, With the level pasture lot; With the roosters loudly crowing, With the cackling of hens, With the singing of the meadow larks, And chattering wrens; There’s no pictures done by painters From Paris or from Rome, That can thrill you like the memories , Of the old farm home. Ton fellows in the city, don’t you sometimes wish that you Could sit on the kitchen porch just like you used to do, And look across the meadows at the distant spires of town? — ~vWhile behind the black west-woodland the red sun filtered down; While the evening winds were snapping the blossoms from the trees, And the old dog looked up at you with his paws upon your knees, There’s no spot that you love better beneath the azure dome Than the kingdom of your borhood —the old farm home. The old farm home— In the hills or on the prairie, Be it big or be it small, You know every crook and cranny, Every motto on the wall: “What Is Home Without a Mother?” “God Is liove.” Ah, to that man They’preach a grander sermon The pictures of the dear ones gone, Wherever he may roam, Look down upon him from the wall* Of the old farm home. •-Maurice Crayton.

A Thrilling Tale.

ij&gfrHero n\. $

IT almost seemed as If, by some strange Irony of nature, the sexes had been reversed. The girl who was sculling the skiff uy stream with long, powerful strokes was a glorious specimen of modern womanhood, tall, broad-shouldered, overflowing with health and strength. A fresh color was in her cheeks an'd a brightness In her eye, as if she revelled In the mere bodily exercise. Facing her, with his brown hands grusping the yoke lines, was a thin, prematurely aged man, his hair slightly tinged with gray, his face lean almost to the point of emacation. He was not pf large build, but he looked smaller than be really was by force of contrast with the fresh and somewhat exuberant beauty of his companion. It required more than common observation to discover the gleam hidden in the depths of 1 his sleepy brown eyes and the evidences of a sinewy strength in the lines »f his well-knit though spare form. She looked at him with a sort of pity as she spoke; apparently in reply to a question. “I am so sorry,” she said. “I—l never expected this. I thought we were to be Just friends and nothing more. I had no idea that you were thinking of me— In that way.” He did not speak, but the wistful look In his brown eyes caused her to continue. “You know I like you, that I trust you as I trust no one else. But that Is not love. It would be unfair to both of us for me to pretend that I do. or could, love you—as you w'ould expect to be loved. There is no one else, do not think that But all the same I can give you no hope.” "But If there is no one else, surely I may hope.” “No, please no. You hurt me. nnd you delude yourself when you suggest It And I do so want you to remain my friend. I wish, oh Ido wish I could love you. But I cannot, I can only wait.”

He looked at her questioningly. “Don’t you know?” she asked. “It Is really not my fault I can’t help It. Why should I have made an Ideal for myself? Why should I always worship and wait for a hero?”—she looked almost fierce as she asked the question “And he never comes! Why weren’t you born a hero, Mr. Dare?” The man did not seem to perceive the humor of the situation. "Heroes,” be replied gravely, “are somewhat rare In these days. Isn’t your Idea rather Impossible?” "No, ten thousand times no,” was heir vehement cry. "Ton* a soldier, say that Haren’t you seen any acts of heroism? Why, quite recently, it must hay* been while you were out at the Caps, a man performed a feat that was •qnal to any that history tells of. You must hare heard of It"

He smiled slightly. “I have seen many brave deeds,” he said with great gentleness, “but we don’t call the men who do them heroes.” The girl looked at him almost scornfully. “How ungenerous!” she exclaimed with a flashing eye. “Surely you can admire that which is beyond your own power to perform. But I was about to tell you of my hero. There was only a brief notice in the papers, but it was a perfect volume to me. It happened during a skirmish with the Matabele. Our men were hopelessly outnumbered. They were a scouting party, two officers and a handful of men, and they were surrounded by a horde of howling fiends. But they fought for dear life and kept the Matabele at bay for nearly an hour, killing three of the savages for every white man who fell. Just us a rescue party, attracted by the firing, came up, one of the officers became separated from the rest He was halfblinded, half-dazed and could not get back, and the savages, seeing that seized him and tried to carry him off for torture. Then, for the first time, his brother officer saw his peril. Without waiting to gather his men together, he rushed along on the enemy, a dozen or more of whom had crowded round the captured man. The fight was terrible. Ho was covered with wounds, bleeding, dizzy, engaged, in a hopeless struggle with overwhelming odds. They say he killed ten of the savages with his sword and pistol Then, as the rest of his men came up, he sank, almost dying, over the body of the friend he had come to. save." Dare gazed with admiration on the girl’s flushed, animated face. But he showed little enthusiasm. “Did he die?” he asked. “1 uon’t know,” she answered. “I think not But can’t you see any heroism in that? Was It simply what you call a brave deed? Oh,” she went on, not waiting for an answer, “that is what I consider a hero should do. What a man ne must have been!” Dare was about to speak, but thought better of it

“I can imagine him,” she continued, "a tall, dark man—he must have been dark— a perfect giant in strength, cutting and slashing with his long sword at the shields and limbs of the savages, his blue eyes flashing fire as he thrust and parried, dealing deathblow after deathblow, and always covering the nrnfltmtft hAdy as hia friend ” She looked thoughtfully at her companion, who still watched her with admiration struggling against the natural dreaminess of his brown eyes. He became conscious that she was measuring up his Inches. “That is the sort of man I am waiting for,” she went on, “a hero, a man among men, who has, by force of will and sheer strength, won distinction. Oh, why weren’t you born to do heroic deeds like that man so that my heart would acknowledge you its master, instead of’—she paused, for she was about to say something too personal. Then, with thsquickness of her sex> she added regretfully. “And I don’t even know his name!” It did not seem to occur to Dare to mention that he was the man in question.

John Thomas.

“He was a perfect servant to a very imperfect master,” wrote an English sportsman of his negro henchman, John Thomas, who had been his righthand man during five years’ wandering in South Africa. When Dr. Livingstone and Mr. Oswell, the hunter, made their journey in search of Lake ’Ngami, they held out the Inducement to their followers that if they were successful they would not attempt to press farther. But success bred in the explorers the wish to do more, and though they were bound to stand to their agreement, they called a meeting of their servants and put the case before them. No one would be asked to accompany the two white men, who had decided to push on farther; but if any one was willing to do so, they would be very glad. Those who wished to return home would be supplied for the journey. For a few minutes there was.sileuce; then out stepped John, and said : “What you eat I can eat, where you go I will go; I will come with you.” The effect was instantaneous. “We will all go!” was the cry. “Do you think, after that,” writes Mr. Oswell in telling the incident, “it was much matter to us whether our brother was black or white?”

Chateau Lafitte.

In 1793 the vineyard belonged to M. de Pichard, President of the Guienna Parliament, and the Republican leaders did a good stroke of business by guillotining him and appropriating his property. It was, however, soon sold by the state, and, after passing from purchaser to purchaser at an average price of about £40,000, it was bought some twenty-flva years ago by Baron James,.de Rothschild for £IBO,OOO, and still remains in his family. About £G,OOQ. a year is spent on its cultivation. There is perhaps no wine that gains more by keeping; and some seven or eight years ago a bin of the vintage of 1804 fetched no less than 50f. a bottle at Bordeaux itself.—plackwood’s Magazlue.

What We May Expect.

It has long been the custom to print acknowledgments to furniture dealers on theater programs, but Louise Beaudet set the style of puffing her dressmakers and milliners. We may now expect to read: “In the second act Mist Flaxle Frizzle wears shoes manufao tured by •, looks at a watch made b? chief embroidered by •, raises one of matchless parasols, brushes her teeth with and washes her hands with soap. The play is by Wllllaa Shakspeare.”—Boston Journal.

JOY TURNER TO WOE.

MANY ACCIDENTS ON THE NATION’S BIRTHDAY. £ , A Score Are Dead and Others Will Die —Toy Pistol and Crackers Reap a Harvest—Four Hundred Fall with a Bridge, Celebration Costs Lives. Press telegrams indicate that the national holiday was generally observed throughout the country, and attendant to the celebration were the usual number of fatalities and accidents. The pistol of commerce and the toy pistol got in it 9 work in the death list, many in the roll being victims of this deadly machine. Firecrackers came next in the list, with a number to their credit. Then came stray bullets, persons being hit at various times and places by shots from instruments held by cheerful idiots who shut their eyes and blazed away. Torpedoes hurt few persons, while the rocket list is small.

Five persons dead and thirty-three injured was the record in Chicago. The dead were not all killed on the day itself, however. Three were victims of the day before, and one fell dead, presumably from ’heart disease, while watching the celebration, and one man was drowned. At Marion, Ind., while firing a cannon at the Soldiers’ Home John Haupt, an old artilleryman and a soldier in the regular army for seventeen years, was killed by a permature discharge. During the progress of~a ball game at Hinckley, 111.. Peter Anderson’s G-year-old daughter wa9 struck in the stomach by a foul ball, causing her death. At Kangley, 111., a man named Mozener had one leg taken off by the explosion of a small cannon. In Ease St. Louis, two serious accidents happened on account of the celebration, and both will probably result fatally. Eddie Laumann and Willie Strathman, sons of prominent citizens, attempted to fire off a can of powder with a short fuse. In firing a'salute at Milwaukee a cannon exploded and an old soldier was killed at the Old Soldiers’ Home. A shotgun in the

CELEBRATING.

hands of Charles A. Hull, a son of Silas Hull, a prominent farmer residing near Attica, Ohio, was accidentally discharged, fatally injuring his mother arid his 11-year-old sister. William Boiler, 7 y&ira old, of Tiffin, had both eyes put out by the explosion of a toy cannon. A Sioux Falls cannon improvised from a piece of gas-pipe exploded, breaking $2,000 worth of plate glnss and dangerously injuring Richard Peterson, a boy who happened to be standing near by. At Dubuque, Henry Hilderbrand lost three fingers by the explosion of a torpedo, and William Callahan, 17 years old, had part of his face torn off by a cannon cracker.

FIFTY ARK INJURKD.

Three Hundred Persons Break Down a Bridge at Bristol, Ind.

At Bristol, Ind., while about 300 of the population were gathered on a bridge spanning the St. Joseph River watching a tub race, 100 feet of the sidewalk of the bridge went down, carrying with it 100 persons. The fall was about thirty feet and the iron fell on many. As the racers got into their tubs and prepared for the race the immense crowd on the bridge grew wildly enthusiastic. As the crowd surged up against the railing there came a fearful crash and roar. The whole side of the bridge gave way. slowly at first, and then with frightful speed, carrying the panic-stricken and shrieking crowd down forty feet to the river. For a moment there was almost absolute silence before the horrified crowd on the banks could realize what had occurred. Then as the cries and groans of those who had struggled out of the water were heard the farmers and their wives rushed to the rescue. The water is only five feet deep at this season and the rescuers hurried into the river with boards, tubs, and anything that would help the wounded to keep afloat. As rapidly as possible they were carried to the Shore, while those who escaped injury scrambled out and assisted in the work. Messengers were hurried away for doctors and surgeons and every house in the town of Bristol was turned into a hospital. When the surgeons made a hurried examination they found thirty-eight people laid out along the shore and in the residences, many of them insensible. Broken legs and arms, hands smashed, and serious bruises were found to be the injuries in the majority of cases. The bridge which gave way has been used for years. Only last spring it was repaired, and considered able to bear any strain that might be put upon it.

Thugs on a Picnic Train.

In an attempt to murder the crew of a Santa Fe picnic train as i| pulled out of Chicago by eight members of the “Henry street gang” a conductor was wounded and two of the thuga bruised and beaten seriously. Over twenty shots were fired by members of the gang and the passengers were terrorized and several women fainted.

Many Are Hurt at Buffalo*

While the riders were taking the track of the five-mile handicap in the bicycle, races at the Buffalo, N. Y., driving park a section of the gr/ind stand fell in. It caved from the very center of the stand, taking with it a section stairway, two .private boxes and about sixty people.

HARRINGTON IS OUT.

Cbief of the Weather Bureau Is Es* moved bjr the President. Professor Mark W. Harrington is no longer chief of the United States Weather bureau. He has been removed by President Cleveland, after declining to hand in his resignation. The cause of his removal is ascribed to incompatibility of temper between Secretary Morton on the one hand and Professor Harrington on the other. Mr. Harrington wan appinted-foor years ago by President Harrison, and, almost from the first day that Secretary Morton took charge of .the agricultural

PROF. MARK W. HARRINGTON.

department, two years ago last March, there has been friction between him and the chief of the weather bureau. So severe has been the strain in their relations, it is understood they had held no personal communication with, each other for more than a year, but that their correspondence had been confined almost entirely to missives of the most severely official style. The difficulties came to a climax soon after the change of administration, when an investigation was instituted by Secretary Morton into the business affairs of the weather bureau, the results of which did not implicate Professor Harrington in any way. This, however, did not ease the strain between him and the Secretary, and it is well understood nearly two years the chief of *the bureau has had practically nothing to do with the routins management of his office, which has been governed almost--entirely-'frem the department. It is no surprise to those who are well informed that the difficulties have now culminated in the summary removal of Professor Harrington, as it is known that he has steadfastly refused to resign.

FIELD ON FIRE TWO MONTHS.

Peculiar Phenomenon Near Indian* apoli9—Was Once a Swamp. A field which has been burning ceaselessly for two months is the remarkable phenomenon presented by a farm adjacent to the village of Maywood, near Indianapolis. This field is not a towering Vesuvius, but is rather a valley, and from its deepest part comes the smoke'that some believe is the precursor of a worse flame that may reduce the village in the number of houses if not in the number of persons. Two months ago smoke was seen com* ing from the ground on a lowland spot of the Campbell farm. It was thought strange by those who saw it, but it was believed, to be nothing more than the. smoldering remains of some nre. But day after day the smoke ascended or blew a great distance, clinging, although treacherously, to the ground. After a week or so farm hands passing the field saw flames mingling with the smoke. They investigated and found the dry grass and black earth on fire. Sticks were driven into the ground and it was discovered that for a depth of from two to four feet the earth was absolutely reduced to ashes. The field in which this peculiar fire is burning is a bottom field of black earth that shows clearly its vegetable origin. Those who have lived at the village for years say that twenty years ago the field was a swamp, seemingly ages old, and that it was years before even cattle could b* suffered to tread it in search of pasture food. Recently attempts have been mads to cultivate it, bqt none was made this year. The field looks as though a giant mole had gamboled under its surface, for it is ridged with tunnels, whose upper sides sometimes assume the prominence of miniature mountains. The manner in which the fire is breaking out is evidence of its subterranean origin. So complete has the destruction of the earth and grass been in the district patches that the little portions where yellow, withered grass may be look like.oases in a desert.

The Comic Side The News

The wheat crop is the only thing we can recall that is worth most when there are flies on it. There are no swear words in the Japenese language. How does Japan express.her opinions of Russia just now? A Brooklyn church has built a stable for the bicycles of its congregation, thus laying the path to heaven via Wheeling. There is fame and fortune ahead for the horticulturist who succeeds in crossing the Georgia watermelon with Jamaica ginger. John L. Sullivan says be wants to open a hotel. He might have owned a few hotels before this if he hadn't opened quite so many things with a corkscrew. Campos has ordered 25,000 more troops from Spain. Probably he has just found out that three or four American correspondents have joined the insurgents. 7 Nearly ail the important iron furnaces in Pennsylvania have advanced wages 10 per cent recently. They are evidently driving their pigs to the right market. The defaulting ex-treasurer of-*South Dakota should at least express regret that the authorities have been put to so much trouble in preparing a reception for him. A Springfield bicyclist claims that a snake bit the tire of this wheels and burst it. It is remarkable that any man who sees such things could keep in his bicycle saddle. “What makes Chicago the healthiest ol cities?” inquires the Times-Herald. Precisely the tame thing which makes it ths most moral and religious of cities. Anybody can guess it

THE FARM AND HOME.

MATTERS OF INTEREST TO FARMER AND HOUSEWIFE. Proper Way to Work Corn—How to Heal Wounds on Trees and Plants— Time to Kill Weeds—Success on the ■ Fni-in. :7 ■ - Working Corn. If you are able to own or hire a good sulky cultivator you are fortunate. The saving in time and labor in working twenty-five acres of corn, potatoes and root crops will pay for the machine in a single season. Whatever implement you may use, whether single or double cultivator, keep the soil loose and mellow and free from weeds* After the torn gets a foot in height the shade of the leaves will keep down the small weeds. When the weather is hot and dry, well worked corn will grow rapidly. The editor has a field of corn planted on the 12th of May that is now over one foot in height; the field has been worked three times, and will get, if possible, two more workings. Corn requires hot weather, but if the soil is hard and baked around the stocks the corn cannot take advantage of the weather, but is burnt up with the heat. Let the earth be mellow and the ground rich. The stalk and fodder may not be so luxuriant, but the grain will he there. The same rule holds good for all cultivated crops. Work often, work shallow and work level. After the last working sow fifteen pounds of crimson clover to the acre, and brush it in with a brush harrow. The clover will prevent weed growth and loss of fertility. The last of June is the time to sow It.— Baltimore American.

Wounds on Trees or Plants. The wounds made on growing plants or trees should always be protected by some application as soon as they become dry enough for it to adhere well. Common paint is better than neglect, hut any cement of the character of grafting wax is better. One of the best substances, hotli for its neatness and its long adhesion to the surface of the wound, is the well-known shellac varnish, consisting of a strong solution of shellac in alcohol. To prevent the neglect which so often occurs because the owner has nothing of the kind on hand it Is well to have sueh a preparation made in time. Procure a wide-mouthed bottle and Insert a brush to be used in applying it by making the cork a part of the handle. This will prevent drying up, and it will he always ready. .Those who have time to attend to it may make the turpentine and rosin mixture by using a half pound of rosin and tallow melted together, adding a teaspoonful of turpentine when it is cool, with tw r o ounces of alcohol and an ounce of water, heating again and stirring rapidly. This is a good application, but is not so delicate for fine plants as the shellac. If It becomes too thick add alcohol. JOLSaaSSK-to XIIJL Weeds,; ~ _ When the thermometer is up in tile 90s and the rays of the sun are bright is just the time to kill weeds. They may take root and live if the soil is cool and damp, but when they are turned up and exposed to the dry heat of a hot summer day they are destroyed as if with fire. Success on the Farm One reason, I believe, why a young man becomes discontented with farm life is because the prevailing idea of success does not lie in that direction. Fine clothes and a w f ell-to-do appearance are, according to the Stockman, a considerable factor in our ideas of a prosperous young man, and we, to a certain degree, drive the young man from thp farm to where more of these things cari'be found. We must change our tactics and teach the youth that lie can lead as commendable a life—one that will be fraught with more real pleasure and profit—on the farm than in the city. People generally wait until the crisis in the young man’s life has arrived, and then attempt to persuade him to remain. Teach the child, and you will never have occasion to persuade the youth. Breeding Off .the Horns. In ’BB I had a herd of horned cows. I did not want to cut off their horns, but determined to get rid of them In some manner. I bred them to a polled bull whose mother was a horned cow, says W. L. Anderson In the Agriculturist To my surprise, but one in ten of the calves had horns. In ’9l I had a fine herd of polled heifers, having sold all my horned cattle. These polled heifers thus produced from horned mothers by a bull from a horned’mother never had a horned calf, although all my bulls have been from horned mothers. This shows how easy it is to breed off horns. True it takes time, yet I think it the best way. In my experience, I And horned cattle require as much again stable room as polls, for I herd all my youug cattle In a large pen, like sheep, unjil they are ready to drop their first calves. All the older cattle are In another shed In the same way unless I milk them; then, for convenience, I put them In stalls. They gather at the feed troughs as thick as they can crowd, none disturbing the others. It Is not one-fourth the labor to stable them, since I use no chains, stanchions or halters. None ar6 vicious or wild, though Borne of their horned mothers were.

Deep Plowing:. It is commonly said that plowing deep Is the direct means of making the soil deep. It Is true that deep plowing opens a lower stratum to the action of air, but this only hastens the decomposition of vegetable matter In the soil, and If this is not replaced the soil becomes so deficient In humns that deep plow Ing Is useless. There Is no better way to deepen soil than to sow clover and

every third or fourth year use the sub-| soil plow as deeply as It can be run. This will enable the clover roots to penetrate the soil to a greater depth. Whenever a clover sod is plowed a considerable part of its lower roots are left In the soil as they grew. These roots rapidly decay, and they enable root* of grain and other crops to go down deeply in search of moisture. This is one reahoed crops on a clover ley wifMtand drouths better than if planted on timothy sod, whose roots are all near the surface. To make the clovet* grow as large as possible Is all important- The larger the growth the deeper the clover roots run and the more, the subsoil is benefited.—American Cultivator. Value of the Bartlett Pear. For small gardens, such as are usually seen near large cities, the pear tree is the most profitable one to plant and the Bartlett the best of all. Pears really take but little room. Their growth is more upright than spreading. They commence to bear in four years from the graft, and never entirely miss' a season having fruit It is an error, according to the Philadelphia Press, to suppose that the plum and the apricot wUI not thrive as they used to do. The fruit sets as well as it ever did, but the attacks of Insects are worse and cause the dropping of the fruit. Those-who grow these trees largely for their fruit find it pays them to fight the pests to get a crop, but, as a rule, an amateur will not take this trouble, and, in such n case, it is useless to plant the trees.

Color of Egg Yelks. than the feed? I have Silver Compines, and the shell of their eggs is snowwhite, While the yolks of the eggs are a vary pale yellow, writes M. M. Murphy to the New York Tribune. I have also Plymouth Rocks, the shells of whose eggs are a dark yellowish brown, and the yolks of their eggs are a deep yellow. These two breeds get the same feed—corn and wheat in “milk cooked food or sloppy stuff.” My experience is that the eggs from tlio Asiatic breeds are dark, and the yolks a deep yellow; and that the Leghorns, Compines, etc., lay a white egg, the yolks are pale yellow. There is no feed that will make these breeds lay dark eggs, and no feed that will make the Asiatic breeds lay pure white eggs. Hence, I think, it is the breed and not the feed that causes the yolks of eggs to be pale or deep in color.

The Care of Fertilizer Drills. It is a common experience of farmers that the grain drill with fertilizer attachment soon fails to w’ork properly, and the fertilizer cannot be evenly distributed as at first. All the commercial have sulphuric acifl or oil of vitriol in their composition. Most of this goes to dissolve the phosphate of lime, but there will always be enough free acid to rust metals with which it comes in contact. The fertilizer boxes should be cleaned thoroughly whenever •the woik-is finished, ewea though it may . be only a day or two before the drill has to be used again. If the drill is kept in a dry place and cleaned frequently it should be in good condition for ten to fifteen years, instead of being thrown aside after being used only two or three years. Rich Ground for Tomatoes. Too great proportion of nitrogenous plant food Is not best for tomatoes. It makes a large growth of vine, but the fruit does not set well. But If there Is a suiHclency of potash and pLosphnte the soil can hardly bo made too rich. Stable manure is usually deficient in potash, nnd it is better to use a commercial fertilizer if it can be had, and then plant on ground that has been made rich by previous manuriog. The. ground should not be wet This will make it cold and delay ripening. Tomatoes endure drought better than most plants, and though a severe drought diminishes the amount of the crop, It makes It earlier, and therefore worth as much money, though costing less to handle and to market.

Level Surface for Beans. In planting beans it is best to leave the surface over them level with the soil around, according to the American Cultivator, and on no account to plant In a hollow. The bean leaf Is very easily Injured by contact with the soil. This Is almost Inevitable,"when, as tho young beans come up, the stem is surrounded by a higher surface. So soon as cultivation begins the soil will be thrown against the beans. The same thing will happen If violent storms cause flooding of the Boil. The bean crop Is very impatient of wet, except enough of moisture to germinate the seed. ’ v Mom on Apple Trees. The appearance of moss on apple trees shows that there is excess of water in the soli, and this occasions lessened vitality. Washing the trunk with water in which potash has been dissolved will remove the moss, but It will come again unless Its cause in removed. The land should be drained for orchards as for other crops. It Is by underdraining that the soli la deepened, so that, the subsoil will hold more moisture in shape for the roots to use. Stagnant water Is of no benefit, oijd Is more often the cause of moss on trees than any other one thing. Turnip* for Btoclc. This should be made a special crop, and the summer is the time to grow them. As late as July, so as to use the new crop of turnip seed, Is the usual period of the year for planting turnips,, but to excel with them the ground should be prepared now. Flow and spread well-rotted manure. Then let the weeds sprout and use the cultivator. By this plan the weeds will be killed out before tbe land Is seeded