The Syracuse Journal, Volume 19, Number 11, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 15 July 1926 — Page 2

Youth Rides West

■"HE STORY SO FAR On their hiray to th* newlydlacovored Kold diggings" at Cottonwood, Colo., in the early Seventies, Robert Gilson, easterner. who tells the story, and his partner, Buck Hayden, veteran miner, secretly witness bandits hold up a stagecoach and make away with an express box. Among the victims are a young woman, "Mra. Deane” and Mrs. Barnaby, who Intends to start a restaurant at the camp. Oilson meets Marcus Handy, an editor on his way to set up the Cottonwood Courier. Arriving at Cottonwood, they enter a saloon, where an altercation between two men, J one a pickpocket, arouses the mob to demand the lynching of the latter.

CHAPTER lll—Continued “Drop that rope!” came a voice, a voice with ring and carry, which seemed to dominate all the noise. He who spoke stood In the door. Silence fell again—silence and quiet. It seemed that everyone froze in the midst of whatever he was doing—all except the newcomer. He was a tall man with a {heavy brown mustache and Imperial. ' He afore a black slouch hat of the G. A. R. pattern; and for all his height he moved with quick, flowing certalhty. He did not wait for that mood of frozen hesitation to break; tn two Istrides he had crossed to one of the empty chairs pushed against the wall when the players dropped the|r game. He stepped into It. stepjHHl Just as lightly to* the tabic, his. feet crunching on chips and the spilled stacks of twenty-dollar gold pieces. As the silence began to break Into sinister mutterings, he spoke again; "Bring that rope here—and that prisoner, too * k ’ Momentary silence again. He stood, hts feet planted apart, a drawn revolver In hl# left hand —which I thought odd. It rested so, close to his body, Its muzzle a little lowered. His •y.-s seemed to take us all In. The leader pt the mob stood alone la the middle of the floor.! He spoke suddenly: "We’ll hang a city marshal as quick as a plckjHHket,” he said. "Boys, bring on your rope, It s long enough for two." "Drop that rope!" came from the man on the tabic. shifting hfs eyes, shifting sllghjtly the muzzle of his gun. There the leader made his mistake. The muzzle was turned away from liirjj,; he had an instant to act. His band went to his hip. In the same in gtant I had a glimpse of a dozen forms beginning a prudent drop toward the floor. I never saw the man on the table change the direction of hts muzzle .from the back door to the center of the floor. The motion was too quick. 1 was only aware that Ids right hand, held flat, had brushed across his gun The "bang" kjent the crowd to the floor as a strike in bowling drops the tenpins. The IjMtder had his gun out, and Do more. It dropped clattering to the floor. His left hand went to his right bleeps; and he sank slowly onto one knee. A tall, rangy man with a hat like a marshal's pushed through the dovr. "Charlie." said the marshal, "take that ;'■ ner there. i ■» ■ r ;-e, ♦oil* here." The man with the rope. Walking unsteadily. Jerkily, crossed the floor. The audience was. now begin nhig to get up; and the marshal spoke again, and again seemed to freeze everyone into h grotesque statue. “Is there anybody else wants to Shoot?" he Inquired. No one responded. "All right." he continued. “There's been no lynch in' In this camp yet. and there won't be. Het that? Somebody fix up the tuan 1 Just shot. He’s only winged In the arm." He ctiM his eye about again "Your blood was up. boys. Nothin* like a little blood to cool blood." His face had been as blank as a atonic wall except for the steady blaze of bls eyes. But now he smiled, and I liked the way his eyes crinkled. He leaped down from the table, turned bls back deliberately on the crowd, began to strip the belt from the prisoner's arms, to snap on handcuffs. The babble broke out again. Three mln Ute® before, it had an animal note. Now, It sparkled with laughter, Before the marshal, the deputy and their now voluble prisoner passed out of the door, the poker players were sorting -out chips and piles of gold pieces at the tables, the bartenders were taking

Belief That Vikings Gave Name to London

The origin of the name of London has puxxlcd many historian*. Londinlum is first mentioned by Tacitus, a Roman author, in A. D. SI He says it ia “a 'place greatly celebrated for the number of iu merchants and the abundance of Its supplies,” There are many proofs tn English and Swedish museums of the intimate Intercourse between England and Scandinavia In early times, an intercourse that has probably gone on uninterruptedly for about <5,000 year* It may be conjectured that early Vikings from the south of Sweden ventured across the water and sailed up the mouth of the Thames and found * grove, which to Swedish is Tund," oh the banks of Ami That Was That A famous London comedian who need not be named was invited to a war's house during the festive see* MB. After dinner he was reciting a tow of his beet yarns and in the midst et one of the choicest was interrupted □y a guest, who said to Mm: "Excuse me, but your handkerchief is hanging half out of your pocket" "Thank you very much," said the actor gravely, as he adjusted It “Too know t»e company so much better than L“ -r Sporting and Dramatic News.

orders, the stairs were black with an ascending crowd. "He Is sure a shootin’ man." remarked {Buck in a tone of deep admiration. "Who might it be?" “Town marshal." replied Jim Huffaker briefly. “Name. Chris McGrath. You’re right, he shoots." “Who’s mayor of this camp, anyhow?” inquired Buck. "Ain’t none.” replied Huffaker. “A town marshal like that Is all the mayor we need— There! There’s our man!” he suddenly broke off. darting past t,he poker tables and laying hands on an Individual who had Just entered. After all this space of years, the figure of Bill Talbot, who wanted to sell his claim, has grown a little dim in mind: he was to float into my life for a day only, and float out again never to reappear. Nor do I remember many details of the long dicker which he. Buck and Jim Huffaker conducted in a comparatively quiet corner of the Black Jack. “I suppose your title is O. K.?" inquired Buck. “Good as the gold you'll dig," said Talbot. "That’s got to be proved," S|ald Buck. “S’pose we kin look into that after I’ve seen the claim?" Now watv-hlng this transaction idly from the outside. I had perceived that Talbot was eager to be gone. I was hot surprised, therefore, when he said, and. I felt, with sincerity: "I wanted to be travelln’ tomorrow mornin’. That’s why I'm sellln’ so cheap." “Nothin’ goes until I see yourtitle's right,” said Buck stubbornly. Here Huffaker came in with a solution. “Well. If Chris McGrath says it’s right and sound, you'll beljleve him, won’t you?” “What's he got to do with It?" asked Ruck. “The whole works." said Huffaker. "He registers minin’ claims.- too." “Mebbe,” allowed Buck, j. So forth we went under the burning stars anil through the thinning crowd, to find Town Marshal McGrath. We ran him to earth in the tiny Comstock Lode’ saloon, his foot on th<(* bar rail, his hand on a glass of water. In two minutes the marshal had certified unofficially but with certainty that No. 32 placer, held by William Talbot was a bona fide claim without encumbrance. As we left,l Huffaker asked us about our lodging for the night. That question had been dimly troubling me all the evening! Our blankets were with our packs in the public corral. Sleeping there, oh the wet. trampled ground, seemed J>ut of the question. "I sleep people in my shack," said Huffaker, “keep up the flri all night * We The "Bang" Sent the Crowd to the Floor as a Strike in fowling Drop* the Ten Pina. so you don’t need blankets.” We found. Indeed a lozet men alrCMh' snoring under the table of the restaurant “Won’t coat you nothin’, seeln's we done so much business—good night,” whispered our host as he) departed to his quarters In the roar. I throw tnyualf down by the store of the Golden Eagle and. with one side g and the other freezing, slept until the cook woke me by stirring the Are ft* an early breakfast. In spite of youth, mountain air and fatigue. I

the river, where later on the Roman Londinlum arose. The Invaders called the place "Lund." from the Scandinavian “offenlund." or sacred grove. Fays a writer in Notes and Queries. The name was later corrupted Into “Loud." Hard and Soft Solder* Soldoring operations are classified, according to the composition of the alloy used, as either soft soldering or hard soldering. Solders of low melting points, composed mainly of lead and tin in varying amounts, are known as soft solders, while those of high melting points, cowpox. :d of varying amounts of copper, brass, rinc. silver and gold, are known as hard solders. The soft solder commonly used Is made up of half lead and half tin, and melts at a temperature of 370 degrees Fahrenheit The more ted there is in this alloy, the higher S Its melting point and an alloy composed of one part tin and two parts ted cseitr-at 441 degrees Fahrenheit X K Us ■ rr • 9 wwrvaiicrri I have noted this a long time: I visit at a home, and am introduced to a grandmother, an aunt, a niece, and always the kin of the wife.—E. W. Howe s Monthly.

Will Irwin Copyright by Wttl Irwla WNU Sorvico was a little time In falling asleep—these had been the most crowded and excited three days of my life. Cramped In every Joint by one night on the hard floor. Buck, Talbot and I rolled out and breakfasted by candlelight. When we started forth the sun had risen for the world below, but for us it shone as yet only on the whiterimmed peaks above. From the snows of the peaks the breeze came In puffs. A little shrill and piercing at first touch, once you had filled your lunge It whipped your blood like wine. The public corral, where we had left our stock and packs, had as by magic changed over night. The piles of boxes and barrels which had risen above us when we unpacked and hitched In the twilight, had assumed new shapes; and other plies were growing at the hands of the freighters. The very: horses, mules and jacks seemed recent arrivals. As we tyiited, as we began to rub down our burros with gunny-sacking in order to make them presentable for sale, two mudspattered men on blowing, lathered, drooping horses spurred into the corral. Without introduction or ado, they hailed us. "Where’s these galena locations?" asked the nearest “Up yon way—up the hill!” said Buck, scarcely glancing from his work. With no further question, they Jerked the savage Spanish bits in the lathered mouths of their weary mounts, whirled and spurred straight over the mushy ground, uphill. Now, Bill Talbot was with us. The dicker finished, we saddled, mounted and started to Inspect that end of our bargain which most interested us. Talbot’s claim lay a mile up the creek; but the road was so jammed and miry that we elected to take a side trail across the hill, which here started abruptly from the road and presently ♦la:tend out into a little plateau. My eyes were searching, as they had all Xhe morning been searching half consciously. I dropped deliberately behind Buck and Bill Talbot.. And sud denly my nerve centers gave a Jump, my cheeks a little tingle. There was a sign, painted with the cross-line of the “N” turned the wrong way, with the steins of the capitals at all angles from the perpendicular. “Mrs. Barnaby’s Boarding House, Open for Busliiess Next Tuesday," it read. Behind it stood a tent, the posts and ridgepoles in place, but the cover flopping in a state of collapse. Bent down, earnestly and efficiently driving a tent-peg with the butt of a hatchet, was a form which I recognized as that of Mrs. Barnaby. In the rear, a big sheet-tron cook stove, set up In the open field, emitted- a faint girnst of smoke from its abbreviated p ip® aa though a fir® whh-ir served to get breakfast was now dying out. Beside it were groat packing boxes, some open, some still nailed shut, and all, in spite of the conspicuous sign, “Handle With ('are.” lying as though some fretehter had rolled them from the top of Ids load, and simply let them drop Oyer the nearest box. head and shoulders half hidden, stooped the figure of another woman.’ As I looked, she dropped back on one knee, her arms full <>f tin plates. and faced me. It was Mrs. I>eane. And my first glorious iinpr*«i< u was of her hair- brown, chestnut brown with the same light In the beating sun of the morning', that one sees tn molasses candy when It Is being pulled—a tawny undertone which glistens. I had Jerked up the head of my protesting horse, was about to give spur and to retreat In confusion, when she looked suddenly our way. Her face lightened with a smile in which I read recognition, and she dropped her load into a box. Then she rose; took a step toward me. Embarrassment ran across me in a hot flush; I felt for an instant as I did when at my first dancing lesson. they told me to put my arm around the little lady. She. on her part, was swaying across the uneven ground toward me, her »-y<s most friendly but her smile w'th that same reserve, she stopped and held up. palm outward, a pair of strong but slender hands. I noted with one eye that the left had a ring on the third finger; and. as she dropj>ed them with a pretty flutter, that It-was a. plain gold band. “1 wont offer to shake hads." she was saying: “they're disgraceful with this unpacking. 8o you landed safely! I hope you staked your claim?” “1 think we're staked.” I said, my embarrassment beginning to vanish, to yield to gloomy Interior reflections on that circlet of gold. "And you arrived safely?" “Yes. we're going to hare a home soon, Mrs. Barnaby and I! We’ve been sleeping under the edge of the canvas so far—but it's been great fun! Fortunately. It hasn’t rained." Mrs. Barnaby at this moment rose up from the tent peg, stood with one hand in the hollow of her back, and broke Into the conversation—broke in like a flood. “We're goto’ to —maybe. We*r® goto' to if they deliver them pans and kittles—that freightin’ company robbln’ you right at the start and then leavin’ out the pans and kittles, and gv*odness knows what’s become of the carpenter I hired at ten dollars a day Jnst to put the floor down which I could do myself —stampeded like a fool to the galena diggtn'a. I guess—and that sack of flour—*’ It flowed on. without punctuation or grammar; and from It all I gathered that Mrs. Barnaby’s stakeout was merely temporary. She was erecting her tent on the bare ground, taking chances that there would be do rain until the pile of lumber stacked in between the boxes became a floor and a tent frame. "Anyhow, we open on Thursday If they eat off the stove," concluded Mrs. Barnaby. “I hope I may wane to see yoa when yon get—settled." I said in parting. I had hesitated for the proper word, and when I came out with that “settled." suggestive of moving time in old. or-

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dered New England scenes. Mrs. Deane laughed. Her laugh—l had noticed that Before—ran a little gamut, played a half-tune. But the veil of inscrutable reserve behind her eyes had thickened, become momentarily a curtain. The gamut of her laugh diet! away on a grace note; and “I hope so,” was all she replied. She went back to the l>oxes then, and I had to remember, as I withdrew and mounted, that it would be bad manners to stare at her over my shoulder. However, as I gathered rein and rode away, I did myself the luxury of another look. She was In her graceful, half-kneellng pose beside the boxes; the morning sun was making tawny gold of her hair. CHAPTER IV Everyone who has picked wild berries knows the greedy Joy in that innocent sport. You are getting something for nothing. And each bush, as you approach it. holds out glittering promises of a branch so bent and that you have only to scrape it in order to fill your pail. Gbld-digging. for the first three or four days at least, raises the same set of emotions, vastly intensified. All day long. Buck dug and .1 rocked, or I dug and Buck rocked. My feet were first wet through with standing In the polluted stream, and then, when I worked from the bank, congealed to chunks of Ice by the shrill spring wind. Nevertheless. I worked with enthusiasm. My reward was that period late in the day when we assembled the scrapings from the .riffles of our washer and panned them down still finer with our skillet and an old dishpan. Then at last the tiny flecks of gold began to glitter in the yellow mud. On the second day I even found a nugget about twice as big as a buckshot. This Buck let me keep as a souvenir; after all these years 1 have it yet. It was brutally hard work. I thought that our struggles on the road had toughened me for anything; but when I woke on the second morning, muscles, which I did not know I possessed creaked and ached their protest. My hands looked and felt like Inflamed, red blisters, and my wet clothes rubbed me raw in a dozen places. Above and below us along the stream, other men in groups of twos and threes toiled with the same concentrated monotony. And. meantime, just about the shoulder of the hill lay hidden the fascination of Cottonwood camp. By day. I could hear in rattles and roars, broken now and then by a louder sound of whose cause I could only speculate as I dug and rocked, rocket! and dug. it was by night, however, that the sounds and glimpses of Cottonwood became most alluring to youth and loneliness. On the second night, after we had stowed away our bacon and goffee, I had washed up, shaved, and brushed my hair, with the intention of visiting camp. BuA had spoken sud denly from the corner of our eight-by-twelve cabin, where he was mending a splintered shovel handle with wire, to ask: “What ye up to?” “Thought I’d take a look at the can’? l>< ’-re I'uirood in Usaid. “Grand way to wash gold,’’ remarked Buck. “Do your work all week and lay off like a Christian Sat’day an’ Sunday, or you’ll never git ahe;M in this gtiine.” | And though ours was a partnership I had by now so completely yielded to the guidance of Buck in all things practical, that I accepted the rebuke with docility and turned In instead — to think, until I fell into dreamless sleep, of the camp and especially of that hillside where a boarding house must by now stand open for business. On the third night, 1 forced from Buck an answer to a question which he had hitherto evaded. “How much are we taking out?" 1 asked. “First day, *bout ten dollars. Second day wasn't as good. Today's a little better." “Apiece?" I asked. “N<»pe. Together." “That’s about day wages." said I. “Wont we do any better than that?" "Oh, cert—if we strike a pocket," replied Buck. "A lot better. There was one good run of sand up In the Idaho diggin's that yielded sixty thotp sand dollars before she panned out.” 1 choked back my answer. Speaking generally. Buck was a pessimist. All the way to Vottonwood. he had never packed and started without expressing his certain conviction that the special obstacle of the day—whether mud, snow or steep grades—would plumb wreck us before night. Byway

All Bermuda Islands of Coral Formation

To many per on* Bermuda's hundred odd islands are a dot on the map In reality, Bermuda lies about 700 miles southeast of New York and about GOO miles directly east of Charleston. S. C. The extreme length of the archipelago is about 26 miles, varying In width from three-quarters of a mile to three miles. The principal islands are five in number—the mainland. St. George's, St. David’s. Somerset and Ireland. Just when Bermuda was created we do not know. Upon the top of a hidden sea mountain—said to be 15,000 feet high—millions upon millions of tiny sea creatures erected a mass of coral through long aeons past Up through the waves they built Phone Pesfs in Mexico Parrots and monkeys are causing the telephone company in parts of Mexico great trouble and expense. After dark large numbers of these tree dwellers appropriate the wires that traverse the thinly settled parts of the country and play on them to such an extent that the service is badly crippled at times. Their weight has caused some line* to snap, with the result that mite of heavier wire have had to be strung.

of compensation, he became a sappy optimist in face of a prospect. Though he usually took pains to conceal hts hopes from me. Buck expected any day to break Into a pocket. He had see* others do it; why not he? Now I, who had laughed inwardly at Buck’s dismal prophecies of disaster on the way to Cottonwood —toward the main object of this exp?dition. I was the pessimist. I could not yet believe in my soul the fact that these picturesque rocks of the mountains held wealth in chemical solution. I had -^l l jM As I Looked She Dropped Back on One Knee, Her Arms Full of Plates, and Faced Me. come for adventure. I did not yet consider myself a citizen of the West: I still figured as a spectator at the drama, not an actor. Which may serve to introduce all there is to tell about me, Robert Gilson. Tracing it back. I realize that the first impulse which sent me adventuring came one night in Holworthy hall during my senior year, and from Harry Tilden. He was a junior, and of a different crowd; in those days at Harvard we were very particular about our classes and crowds. Until that night, Tilden had been to me only a shadowy figure. It was ordained that he should for a moment blaze into a reality and then fade back into the shadows. That night I dropped into Harrison's room on some errand as trifling as borrowing a book. I found a ruin-punch steaming on the table; and on the couch lounged Tilden, a big, vital figure of a Californian, caressing the dormitory cat. Some phrase of a his caught my attention. I forgot my errand and listened. Tilden was talking of old days in the I West. His father had crossed the j plains to the Sacramento diggings In '49; his mother had come round the Horn. The family Interests, it transpired, now lay invested mainly in a cattle ranch near a city of a witching strangeness called Santa Barbara. His uncle had fought Indians about Mount Shasta, chased buffalo on the plaius and hunted grizzly hears In the Sierra. - before settling down to an importing business in San Francisco. Like most boys of my time. I had read dime novels —surreptitiously, for respectable parents forbade them along with cigarettes and other exciting juvenile pleasures. And so I knew that there was a West, full of Indians, cowltvys. old scouts on the trail, mining camps, gambling houses and hairbreadth adventures. Yet I had never realty grasped with my imagination that it was a part of my United States, which my far ancestors had sailed unknown seas to found and my father fought to preserve. It was merely a country bounded by the covers of hooks, like the I>amaseus of the “Arabian Nights” or the Troy of Homer. But now I realize*!, with a kind of intellectual shock in discovering the obvious, that the Far West lay not at the end of the rainbow, but at the terminus of a four-day railroad Journey. Details over which my mind had skimmed lazily became vlvld^actual, living, In the of Harrison. Just who is this Gilson fellow, anyway? What's he doing in this rough country? (TO BE CONTINVKD. >

this group of large and small islands, lying close together—so close in some cases that man bis built causeways to connect them—and on up until the coral formation rises several hundred feet above sea level. Just who put Bermuda on the map is not known. An old Spanish map of 1510 shows them and a Spanish historian gives an account of them in a chronicle of the voyages of Juan de Bermudez in 1515. It seems likely that Bermudez had some previous knowledge of their existence and named them for himself. —Journeys Beautiful. Historic Toys The 2.000-year-old armlet found on Selsey beach and used by children as a collar for the eat before thq discovery of its real nature gained it a place in the British museum, recalls another val able plaything. It was in 1897 that a Dutch fanner obtained possession of a bright stone with which some Boor children were amusing themselves. This "toy,” which eventually sold for £SOO, after exhibition tn Paris, brought the discovery of the diamond fields, round which so much of the recent hlotory of South Africa has centered.—

QLIVE STOCKS — zr-r.TT" 1 7-, 1 : > UNIFORM BUNCH OF PIGS IS FAVORED “Every farmer who raises pig® should alm to produce a uniform bunch approaching as nearly as Is possible economically the weight and finish which the market demands. The light hog of medium finish is the most economical to produce,” says R. K Hinman of the State College of Agriculture at Ithaca, N. Y. "Such a boy makes gains more cheaply, uses more pasture, dairy by-products and waste, and uses correspondingly less highprice fattening grains. “There is no best breed.” states Professor Hinman. “Type is much more Important than breed, and ah of our popular breeds can be successfully reared and sold if the proper type within the breed is selected. The tendency of late years has been. toward lighter hogs with more lean meat. Length, strength of top line and width and depth of ham are wanted, while excess fat, especially if it is laid on unevenly, counts against a market hog. Hogs of the right shape should be selected for breeding, as lean meat is bred on, not fed on. A hog grows long, short, lean or fat because it is his nature. “Particular attention must be given to feed, however, and two general classes are needed by the young pig. He must have those which produce heat and fat pnd those which supply bone and muscle. For weaning pigs the proportions given in the following ration are good: Hominy, corn meal or finely ground barley, 100 pounds; finely ground oats. 100 pounds; wheat middlings, 100 pounds; fish meal or tankage, 15 pounds: ground or chopped alfalfa, 15 pounds. “In case skim milk is available, onehalf of the fish meal or tankage may be safely dropped and the milk fed at the rate of three pounds to one pound of the meal mixture. This mixture may be prepared in bulk and kept before the pigs in a self-feeder. In the latter case the milk cab be fed tn a trough twice or, still better, three times a day. “For hogs which have reached 125 pounds the following is recommended: Hominy, corn meal or ground barley, 200 pounds; wheat middlings, IUO pounds; fish meal or tankage, 10 pounds; ground alfalfa, 10 pounds.” Only Small Percentage of Pigs Ever Reach Market Only about 65 per cent of the pigs farrowed live to reach the market. Os the 35 per cent that die, the greatest mortality occurs during the first ten days, says the United States Department of Agriculture. During this time weak pigs die or are killed, accidental deaths and injuries occur. Digestive disturbances and mismanagement bring the toll of loss to a point which staggers even the hog raiser who has yearly experienced these losses, but has never tabulated them. When corn is worth a dollar a bushel and tankage S6O a ton, each pig has cost approximately $2.75 at birth, under average conditions. Many of these losses which occur during the first ten days could be avoided by better management of the brood sows and closer attention to them at farrowing time. Reducing the mortality among all kinds of young animals is an easy way to increase profits. “Stringhalt” in Horses Can Usually Be Remedied The condition commonly known as “striughalt" In horses can usually be cured by an operation, says Dr. W. F. Guard of lowa State college. The ailment, may be either a mere symptom accompanying some other condition such as spavin, or the peculiar movement may be involuntary. The involuntary cases are usually referred to as the true springhalt. Doctor Guard states that the treatment varies according to the existing conditions. but that in the majority of cases the condition may be greatly benefited if not entirely cured by operations. These operations require the services of a competent veterinarian. Several cases of stringhalt are operated on yearly in the surgical clinic of the veterinary division of lowa State college and the majority of the" operations are successful. Solution of Horse Problem “The supply of horses is now at e point where there is iwacticaliy ro surplus,” says W. H. Peters, chief of the animal husbandry division. University farm at St. Paul. Minn “By beginning to raise a few colts now fanners will be solving a problem easily and cheaply that may be much more difficult and expensive to solve If neglected and delayed." Summer Sheep Care Summer care of the flock on pasture offers comparatively few troubles. The sheep should at all times have abundance of shade in the pasture, fresh clean water and access to salt. A constant lookout should be maintained to see that the flock does not become infested with parasites and the rear parts of the sheep should be kept tagged so that the flies will not blow them. Provide fresh succulent pasture, such as Dwarf Essex rape, for midsummer use. Sunlight Needed by Pigs In the design of a hog house, provision should be made for an abundance of sunlight- Not only should there be glass windows to admit sunlight in cold weather, but these windows should be so constructed that they can be opened in milder weather to admit direct sunlight so that it will not have to come through glass. The reason for this Is that glass filters out some of the most valuable part of the sunlight, which to found tn the ultra violet rajs. ,

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