Rensselaer Union, Volume 9, Number 45, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 July 1877 — Look to Your Stock. [ARTICLE]

Look to Your Stock.

A seasonable reminder, it is hoped, may induce those who have hitherto been careless : about attending to their stock, at this busy season, to pay due : heed to the requirements of oiir • of the most important branches p>f agricultural economy. Let us once mote impress on all that cows, to give the greatest , amount of milk, should,during the hot weather, have an abundance of good, clean water. On : the •important causes and consequences of this we have lately dwelt at length. The hot sun of these da vs

render the grass less succulent as it matures, and dries up the natural spring of water, so that it M ill stand the farmer in pocket to pump a liberal supply for his stock, four, or even five times a day, wherever there is not an abundance of clean, fresh water supplied by natural means. The use of surface water from stagnant pools is at once injurious to the animals themselves and to the milk they yield.-AhraZ New Yorker. A writer in The Country Gentleman says: “I made an experiment with nitrate of soda and sulphate of lime (or plaster) on a couple of small pastures, using about 125 pounds per acre of the first and 100 pounds of the second. I repeated the operation with half the quantity this spring, and can show a growth of blue grass on the one and timothy on the other equal in depth of color to any wheat-field I have seen, and in quality of herbage; though not in bight, of course, superior to all. The pastures last fall were fed down bare; but to-day they carry grass enough to shame the best bluegrass fields in the blue-grass region, and I have seen many thousand acres there during the present month. This applicatiori is reported to cost about s<» per acre.” “Is the thing going?” t-aitl .nit extrwtteihtgTtxltnratt m—trgbf-Jtfttng-pantaloons and short roundabout, the other morning, while waiting for the elevator in a leading hotel. “Well, I guess she is.” “Well, really, you see,” said the interrogator, “I’ve been waiting lull ’alf an ’our foi the blarsted thing, and it ain’t come down yet, you see. It seems to me they run these things rascally slow in this country. XVe don’t ’ev to wait this way at ’ome, ye know. All these things are run by steam oh the continent, and not by ’and power.” “This don’t run by hand,” ventured a wmee. “Eh! Don’t it though? Didn't I seethe chap turning the crank as I came down stairs just now?” “XVhy, that was the man grinding coffee for breakfast!” “Old ah!” and he ambled off. The coin crop prospects in the counties of Jasper, Benton and Newton are very flattering. Corn never looked as well before at this time of year, and more acres have been planted than formerly. It is calc lated that Goodland alone will ship 1,500,000 bushels this siason, which at 40 cents per bushel will amount to — Plymouth Democrat. Mark Twain, speaking of a new mosquito netting writes: “The day is coining when we shall sit under our nets in church and slumber peacefully, while the discomfited tiles club together, and take it out on the minister.” May the Lord have mercy on the minister. “Peter, don’t you enjoy the astronomical phenomena these evenings?” said a well-to-do citizen to his colored servant, the other evening. “Clare to goodness, I never tried ’em; mushmelons is my favorite fruit.”

“He is a man after my own heart, pa,” said Julia,revertingto Charles Augustus. “Nonsense,” replied old practical, “heis a man after the money your uncle left you.” And lhe.il. all As General Tcherthemoslemshedofi’was leaving for the seat of war, his weeping sweetheart sobbed; “Though I no more behold thee, yet thy name will ever be a spell.” “Does your father lie easy?” said a physician the other day, when he called to see how a lawyer patient was getting along. “No,” said his son abruptly, “he lies like the devil.” “Sam, why, don’t you talk to your master and tell him to lay up treasures in Heaven?” “What’s de use of him layii g up treasures up dare? He never see tun agin.” Charles Rbilfiit;, of Fort Wayne,, was drowned Q oif n rectnr Sabbath morning while engaged in washing his horses in th'e St. Alary’s rive l . Only one poor wayward sinner languishes in the Crown Point jail.