The Syracuse Journal, Volume 19, Number 18, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 2 September 1926 — Page 2

Youth Rides West

THE STORY SO FAR On their way to the new Cottonwood gold digging* tn Colorado In the early Seventies, Robert GlUen. easterner, and hia partner. Buck Hayden, a veteran miner, witness the hold up of a stage coach, from which the express oox Is stolen before the * ' bandits are scared off. Among the hold-up victims are Mrs- Constance Deane, and Mrs. Barnaby, who Intends to open a restaurant In Cottonwood. Gilson meets Marcus Handy, editor, on his way to start the Cottonwood Courier. Arriving in town. Gilson and r Hayden together purchase a mining claim. A threatened lynching is averted by the bravery of Chris McGrath, town marshal. Gilson becomes disgusted with gold digging, what with its unending labor and small rewards, and so the sudden appearance of Shorty Croly. old-time partner of ,»■ Buck, .Is not altogether dtscon- - certlng to him. Gilson takes a job on the Courier and arranges ‘'to sell his share in the claim to Shorty. His acquaintanceship with Mrs. Deane ripens. As the Courier grows in power a civic spirit is awakened. Following a . crime wave, which the marshal seems to overlook. Haiidy, In his newspaper, demands a clean-up. Gilson meets Mrs. Deane in a notorious section of the camp. In love with her and knowing she has a husband. Gilson, noting that she seems upset about something attempts to comfort her. CHAPTER Vlll—Continued —lo— . . But a» the hammering of blood against my brain died out. as the red mi*t cleared from my eyes. I realized that Constance had not returned my kiss, that her arms clung to me not in an embrace but as though she bad grasped at me for support, for safety. Then her hands fell from my neck, began gently to push me away. We stood, facing each other. Again that black mood lay on her face. She swayed. grasped at her saddle born. I stepped forward —this time In fear she might fall, she was trembling so—but one hand lifted itself for an instant and warned me back. Now her trembling Increased to a quaking which shook her whole body, broke her speech into queer fragments as she said: ••Robert—why did you—why did we —do thur “You know why,” I said. “Because 1 love youT "Yea!" said Constance, and repeated it as though the words were a poem. “You love me!” "And mu too!" 1 said. "You too!” She started to answer; and with another rush of blood against the base of my brain. 1 anticipated her word. But she did not speak. And suddenly her trembling stopped. "If I did." she said. **what good would h do? What could come of it?” I saw what she meant; and the ob- \ atacie between us, which only just now had appeared so feathery light, became a stone wall. ”1 shouldn’t have done this!" she went on. every moment becoming more the mistress of herself. "Shouldn't have let you do It" "You couldn't have .stopped me!” I replied. "1 couldn't stop myself." * -Such things are always in the woman's hands" Almost was she again the Constance I knew. I had rent for an instant the veil over her soul; now I could feel Its edges drawing together again. She turned to where the two horses, unpercelvtng witnesses of this crisis in human affairs, were grating through their bits on the edge of the stream. "Hadn't you better hitch them?" she said. “Then come back here and talk- -if you wish to talk this over any further." The simple act of catching the horses, tossing the bridles over their heads, steadied me also. I turned back. She had seated herself on a broken pillar of the castle rock, and her eyee regarded mo steadily as 1 advanced. “Robert.” she began, "don’t you think you had better go away?" "From camp?" 1 asked. "From me. See me no mor*. You will be safest so.” "Safest from what?" "From yourself—and me!” “What la the danger tn your "Robert, a man ta always in danger when he loves a . married woman I—unless—” here her woke grew sharp for an Instant, "unless this la only a flirtation with you. Unless you are that kind of a man.” "I couldn't tell you." I said, "how much this isn’t a flirtation Don’t you think I’ve fought it? Don’t you know that I did what I did Just now because my guard was down, and you touched me and I was carried beyond myself?" "1 know all that," she said. “I'm trying to be very honest now. And it isn't honest In me. Robert, to say I doubt your honor, Tm certain of that. You’re not like—well, our friend Barton. for example." "He was— fhmlllarF I asked, my hands clenching. “Oh. somewhat But don’t let that trouble you. With you. It’s different Don't you think 'you'd better leave me —for your own good?” “Constance, is it absolutely bopeIsssF. « “Absolutely," she said finally, firmly. “But you're tn trouble. I want to help. If there’s one chance tn a hundred million to help you, I want that ’ more than anything else that I can have In life,” I said. She fosted her elbow on her knee, dropped her chin into her palm, and gated at the stream. "Robert," she said finally, "If I let you—stay to. my life—do you think you ean go sn as before—just coming to talk to me now and then until—until perhaps I go awayF "If that la all you will give pse-1 have no choice!” "f can give no more. Been then. I warn you that you are likely to be burned.” "But will you be burned? That Is B thing which matter*" “No. It doesn't matter. I am al trad- h:MK/-d—scorched— withered." ■

By Will Irwin Copyright by Will' Irwin WNU Sorvico "Constance, wofit you tell ide about yourself F “That Isn’t living up to the conditions,” she replied. “No!" Suddenly, with one of her light movements, she slipped to the ground. “I'm going now. Would you mind fixing the reins for me?” As I turned to throw the bridle over her horse's head, I saw that she had swung unaided from a wayside rock into the side-saddle. "Where were you going F she asked, looking not at me but at her hands as they grasped the reins. “To Forty-Rod. Matter of a little story about a fire,” I said. “It isn't really Important. If—" But now she looked at me, shook her head. “No. Go on with it I want to ride back alone. Try to forget this afternoon. Let us play It hasn't happened." With the touch of an expert horsewoman, she gathered the reins, and her brown nag started up. She broke him Into a trot, into a lope. Once she looked back, saw me staring after her. turned her head quickly to face the road. Then she disappeared round the hill. • •«•••• The aftermath of Marcus Handy's editorial on the political Incompetence of Cottonwood was blurred and obscured for both the camp and me by another event, which seemed temporarily much more Important in the scheme of fate. I was wakened next morning by prolonged knocking at my door, and by the protesting grunts of Marcus Handy. As I struggled out of sleep, I saw Marcus sitting up In bed In his whlte-and-red nightshirt, holding his 45callbre sidearm at ready. Then from outside a voire spoke; and Marcus, as he grasped the meaning of the words, laid down his revolver with another grunt, pulled the clothes up over his ears, and fell once more asleep. "Does Bob Gilson live here? All right. Buck—Buck Hayden—wants to see you out to his claim right away. Says it's important!" came a heavy voice from without I hurled myself out of bed 1 , anticipating accident and calamity, dressed, hurried to the livery stable for my horse and through a clear. Inspiriting June air rode up the busy creek toward the rocky curve which I seemed to have abandoned such eternities ago. Busy all the way with speculation, as usual In such circumstances I reviewed every possibility except the true solution. Was trouble breaking between Buck and Shorty? 1 wondered, as I rode toward the claim. Even had there been a tragedy? And. whatever happened. I must get through this thing quickly. For 1 did not want to miss a single one of those noon breakfasts at Mrs. Barnaby's, which were midday dinner for the rest but noon breakfast for me. and where daily I met —Constance I>eane. • • • • • • • This was the claim, at the curve of the creek; but what had happened to the cabin? its thatched and sodded roof lay on the bank, braced up six feet high on posts; from beneath It protruded various familiar objects of human use, such as our Dutch oven, my old set of red blankets. Where the cabin itsplf had stood were only chips, piles of sawdust, strips of bark, a trampled floor. 1 was hailed from the hillside across the creek. I looked up, and was aware of a new object in the landscape. A timbered hole gaped at me, black and brutal-mouthed; beside it lay a fresh new dump, so small that even my inexpert eye could see how shallow as yet was the tunnel which fed it. From that orifice Buck had emerged, taking off his hat to extinguish a miner's lamp, was walking toward me not with his customary even stride, but rapidly, jerkily. I dismounted, started toward him; he waved me back. As he approached, I saw that his eye glittered with some unnatural excitement “Got to see you alone, kid—all alone F be shot out. He looked round: his eye rested on that ridiculous shack of thatching and poles. Into this he drew me. He squatted on his heels, scrutinized all approaches before he bunt out: “Kids don’t It beat the Dutch?—l've struck It—struck It rich!" “You have?" I asked tnconsequently. “I sure have—Shorty and me have—as rich as— ” Buck paused, as though to find a simile wild enough to express the situation. "Rich as h—1!" he con eluded. From my whirl of thoughts and emotions. not all generous. I brought out another triviality. “Gold quartz?” I asked. “Gold quartz your grandma!" ejaculated Buck. "Gold's a sucker proposition. No! What I’ve got is the only poor man’s ore. Silver carbonates!" He might have been talking Arabic for all I grasped the dramatic meaning in that technical term. But Buck was running on: “You can scoop her out with a spoon—assays three hundred to the ton übt widens as she goes In—that stuff we hated so like pizen—” “That sandF “You’ve called it Shorty seen it!" Buck stopped here, fumbled through the pockets of his overalls, produced a creased paper. "Here's where you come In.” he said. It was a mining claim, filled out In my name and as yet I saw, unregistered. “Ain’t our claim!” Buck hastened to explain. “It’s the ground next And"—waved an excited hand toward the hillside — “she's crammed with it jammed with it! You can’t lose! Your play is to git this registered quick, before the rush starts. Ride, boy I" Yet I lingered to extract the detail* Two years before, Shorty, as Buck expreseed it had been “shoved out of Mexico." With a “college-bred mining expert"—Buck’s phrase again—he had been looking for gold. And down in Chihuahua they had found the natives washing not gold but a brittle sand. It was lead carbonates bearing

silver, the expert Informed Shorty. Further, they had tunneled into the adjoining hill, had found the parent body. Some of this ore assayed better than three hundred dollars a ton. So much they extracted from the cholo workmen. Then the “Mex boss" came back. He looked at things differently. That night he tried to murder the two Americans and, falling, raised the ruraies against them. They barely got out to El Paso with their live* And Shorty had not worked a day on our claim before he recognized that brittle sand, which had so hampered our gold washing, as the same ore. It was lead carbonates; and the sample assayed three hundred dollars a ton in silver alone. How Shorty overcame the Innate conservatism of Buck did not at this moment , come out. I imagine that when Buck raked over those little pellets of pure silver which the blowpipe had magicked from this Inert sand, his single-minded belief in gold collapsed. At any rate, he was by now so thoroughly converted as to forget that he ever held any other faith. Os course, the sand in our stream was but a trifling overflow from some main body of ore. Where did It lie? Shorty, working merely on a hazy resemblance between the lay of this land and that in the Mexican diggings, “sort of suspected"—said Buck—the hillside across the ereek. He selected. I know now, the spot which of all locations on that hillside would have been the last choice to an expert mining engineer. But there is more luck in silver mining than any expert will admit; and the kind of man that Shorty was, always played the game of life in the spirit of one who shakes dice for the drink* The crafty Shorty, as I half suspected at the time, had not parted with the last of his resources when he produced that hundred-dollar bill from the back of his watch. They bought the necessary tool* explosives and apparatus in Cottonwood, hired for assistant a Swede who not only knew nothing about mineral* but almost nothing about the English language. Mining timbers being expensive and slow of delivery, they had cast their last coin into the pot, and torn down the cabin for the purpose. Skidding out their debris on a crude sled and a trackway of pole* tn a fortnight they had driven their tunnel twenty feet from the prism and had come to a streak of carbonate* It widened to a vein, to a pocket, to Heaven knew what. Buck's conscience and kindness were troubled because I, who shared the discovery of that curious sand, had no longer any stake In the game. And Shorty refused to give me a share, maintaining with justice that hundreds of others must have seen that sand and failed to identify it; that if anyone should be favored in this transaction it was he. Shorty. So yesterday, before they visited Cottonwood to get final resqfft* Buck had staked out for me a claim next to the twin property of the partnership, had drawn up the necessary papers; and. but for Shorty’s insistence on their agreement of secrecy, would have broken the nqws to me there and then. The samples from the tunnel assayed three hundred dollars a ton and upward; the farther you went, the richer it got. In approaching Major Brown, the Cottonwood assayer, Buck had maintained the fiction that he came from over the range. But in Brown's porter and man of all work—who was not in the office when he delivered the samples— Buck recognized an individual that had formerly delivered meat along the creek. Thia porter hailed him by name. “He'a seen this tunnel —the boys on these here placers think I am digging for gold quart* Only a matter of time till he puts two and two together and she gets out." remarked Buck. He swept his gaze over the hilL “By Gee. she’s out now!" be said. “Lookee thar!” Dim on the hillcreat, two men were digging furiously. Buck scrutinized the group for a moment. "Just as I flggered.” he said; “Major Brown, the assayer. and his hired man. They put two and two together d—n quick! Shorty's sitting on your claim with a shotgun and the Swede,” he added. “Already started a shaft so's you can claim development work. But you never can tell. Git this registered and git back—now vamoose!” My roan. I had discovered, possessed a trick of speed. I let him go his best. I was' in a state of mind which I can describe only as triumphant greed. I was going to be rich, rich! Rich in my own right, through my own enterprise! I had absorbed. indeed, not only the joyous greed of Cottonwood, but Its indomitable optimism. I no more doubted than Buck that the piece of inert earth of which I was so strangely possessed, held fortune. That I was already a pampered child of luxury, needing no wealth beyond that which my father had won for me, never entered my mind. I had made a fortune in my own right. - I would tell Constance about it—Constance Deane. She and I—and there the rosy light which illuminated my dream flickered and went out I could not throw this fortune into the lap of Constance. Encircling Constance Deane, a barrier and a cage, was that mysterious wedding ring. And as I rode furiously down the creek road and into the head of Main street, another drop of acid worry curdled my triumphant mood. That morning’s Courier would carry the editorial about the Curtis case, a challenge to Marshal Chris McGrath. And Chris was the official registrar of mining claim* Was he up yet? He usually slept late. If he was already in his office, he might find ways to block my claim. But when I entered. giving an impersonation of leisure, there was within only hia blond, sphinx-like clerk. Ho glanced over the form which Buck had filled out for m* "All right,” he said, “come back tomorrow.” I had not expected this; and my ingenuity was taxed to invent a lie plausible enough to suit the circumstance* I created it at lastsomething about having to leave camp that afternoon to be gone a week. "ItH make a lot of trouble.” said the

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clerk; and his manner was iqsinuar Ing. By good fortune, L carried most of my money on my person, as waz the fashion in Cottonwood. I drew out a gold double-eagle, balanced it carelessly as 1 said: “I'd be sorry to trouble you, but > want it done now.” The clerk fell immediately to work; In ten minute* J had the title, all registered and sworn; and he had. besides his fee, my twenty dollars. Another glimpse, I reflected, into the run of affairs at Cottonwood My little piece of justifiable bribery had occurred to me just in time; for as I mounted and rode away, I passed the marshal, headed for his office. Then, as I emerged into the head oi Main street, I saw that I was not riding alone. Down the road, other horsemen, carrying awkwardly across their saddlehorns shovel* pick* mining paraphernalia, were spurring furiously northward. Dotted here and there over Hayden hill, horses were tethered or roaming at will; groups of men were digging or driving stakes; rldeijs, fording the creek at a furious gait, were spurring on over the crest Down by the site of our cabin. Buck’s last stake in his gamble with fortune, stood a knot of men gesticulating. As I rode toward them. I saw Buck in their center; and as I dismounted, the air shook with a resounding, unanimous "Aye!" The meeting, whatever It wa* stood adjourned. Part of the crowd splashed through the creek and part surrounded Buck, shaking hands, slapping him on the back. '‘Hello—there’s the kid!" exclaimed Buck as I approached. "Boy* shake hands with Mr. Gilson, the kid—located the next claim after ours —” and I had to take my own pummellng. “And now,” concluded Buck, “you boys better hustle back to your locations and git set for the rush!" Obediently, the rest of the crowd scattered; Buck, but yesterday a private in the hosts of ill luck, had become a commanding general in the army of fortune. And already he looked It; his tall, rangy figure had stiffened to a pose of authority. For the first time I realized that Buck, If he should ever clean up. would be a mightily presentable figure of a man. “Miners' meeting!” he answered my word of inquiry. “If we don't work together, there'll be claim-jumpin’ and shootin’ all over the hill tonight! Just as soon as the crowd gits thick enough —we’ll have all Cottonwood up here by nightfall—Fm going to hire mine guards for the whole bunch—you too. And a miner br two to keep your development work goin’. They're locatin’ fast. Got any friend you want to let tn on this?” My conscience smote me a resounding thump. I had been less generous than Buck; I had never thought of Marcus Handy, employer and friend. It is odd, as I look back, to remember that Constance Deane did not cross my mind in connection with this gamble for fortune. But to me Constance dwelt in a world apart from the practical realities of Cottonwood. Still breakfastles* I mounted and spurred back toward camp. I had not gone two hundred yards before I realized that my generous impulse had come too late. The trickle along the road was now a flood. Horsemen weaved through knots of pedestrians, walking briskly or puffing along at a clumsy run. All Hayden hill must be staked out by now. Then I saw away out; and the tangled, excited emotions of that full morning melted into a rosy, altruistic glow. It would take money to reach my ore body. I had no money, or but little —unless I drew on my mother. Marcus should put up that money and receive half of my claim. Main street was almost deserted as I galloped toward the office. I pulled up my horse to make a sharp turn round a freight wagon blocking the entrance to our street, and there coming along the pavement toward me was Marshal McGrath. He had seen me first, was stopping. He was reach-. Ing toward his hip. His face was a mask—as on that night when he stoppeu the lynching. My arm tingled with an Impulse which a flash of reason, happily for me. put back. Did I but make a motion to draw, this dead shot would kill me in my track* Suddenly the marshal’s hand stopped, fell to his side; and he turned away. “Tenderfoot, better go up and look after your little, blackmailin’ friend. ’ be said through clenched teeth. I galloped on. From the door of the Courier burst Johnnie the office boy—mercurial, excitable. Celtic. “The boss is hor ted—oh. the boss la hurted!” he gasped. I rushed inside. Marcus sat at his desk, head and back hunched over his arm* There was blood on the scattered paper* And then—he moved—moved, turned round, faced me. His nose was bleeding. So was a cut over his left eye. One side of his mouth was beginning to puff, but the other smiled. “He beat me up," said Marcu* “that dirty crook McGrath —sneaked on me and got my gun and beat me up. Didn’t kill me and didn’t give me a chance to kill him—just beat me up G—d, I feel relieved!” To clean up a mining camp, aa you will soon aee, Isn’t ths simplest task In ths world. Ths fact is—but wattl Judge for yourself. (TO BB CONTINUBD.) /mporfancti o/ Pictures A room without pictures la irritating for two important reasons: The first is that it brings the eye to a stop at each of the four wall* which makes one feel unpleasantly crowded in. The second Is that the room Is unbalanced, since the floor has all the furniture and decoration, and the walls give the effect of lightheadedness Decoratively It is just as important to have the upper part of the room Interesting as the lower part. No one wants to look constantly at the floor for inspiration! The tendency, indeed. Is to look at the eye level, and if there is nothing but blank wall, the effect is disconcerting and foolish, ami there is less of good opportunity to see something infinitely worthwhile. ▲ refusal of praise is a desire to be praised twice.—La Rochefoucauld.

SUMMER PRUNING OF DWARF TREES Summer pruning, done properly, has the most beneficial effect, especially as regards cordon and espalier, or other trained trees. The branches should be kept at 12 inches distance apart, and the leading growths shortened to insure a proper breaking of the buds throughout the whole length of the branches, which, of course, results in side shoot* says the Gardeners* Chronicle. The side shoots should be gone over during the season of early growth, when they have made six to eight leave* and pinched back with the finger and thumbnail to five leave* The shoots will push growth from one or two of the upper bud* and these laterals should be pinched back to two leaves. If the trees are very vigorous, or the autumn wet, a third pinching may be needed. The immediate result is to keep the side shoots within bounds. The leading, or extension, shoot will be clean and vigorous, and the growths from the buds lower down will be well nourished. ' At the autumn or winter pruning of these side shoots, four buds are left on each, if the tree be young and vigorou* or three will suffice on old trees or those of modern vigor. The reason for leaving four buds is that two must make some growth, while the two lower ones make only a little wood and a few leave* practically spur* to develop into fruitbuds the following year. The reason for pinching side shoots is to transform them into spur* instead of allowing them to grow freely and then cut them hard back to two bud* causing them to push fresh growth from one or both, while giving a check to the tree by removing so much foliage at one time. The result is a thicket of shoot* for the close pruning in winter to a couple of buds means two strong shoots from each one then shortened, and the object of having bearing spurs near to the branch is frustrated. The thing is to get the spur and bloom-buds formed on them, for as soon as a blossombud has developed on a spur the growth extending beyond it may be removed, so as to make the tree neat and prevent over-crowding of the foliage. No buds beyond the bloom-bud, are necessary to draw the sap into it, the spur being provided with its own foliage and also the truss of fruit that follows, while a blossom-bud cannot be forced into wood growth by close pruning. The foregoing remarks apply to such fruits as are grown upon the spur-system —apple* pears, and plums. Spray Cherry Trees for Control of Leaf Spot The fight against cherry leaf spot has only begun when the growers finish the application of summer strength concentrated lime-sulphur immediately after harvest, states A. Freeman Mason, extension specialist in fruit growing at the New Jersey College of Agriculture, New Brunswick. At least two additional sprays must be applied, at Intervals of two weeks, If the disease is to be kept in check. Cherry leaf spot la one of the most serious diseases attacking the sour cherry. Small brown spots appear on the leaves in midsummer. These leaves soon turn yellow and fall off, occasionally resulting in practically complete defoliation by the middle of August The presence of large, healthy green leaves Is essential to the production of fruit buds for successive crop* The defoliation of the cherry tree weakens the tree and makes it less able and less likely to set fruit on succeeding year* The application of three successive sprays of concentrated limesulphur diluted one part to sis v parts of water, at Intervals of two week* starting immediately after harvest, will control leaf spot and will enable the tree to retain its foliage until October. Horticulture Hints Raspberries should be set In rows 6 to 8 feet apart. Many orchard trees would set no fruit were it not for the bees which polleuize the blossom* • • • Apple growing requires more thinking and planning perhaps than any ether line of agricultural work. The grower must think accurately, on time, and ahead if be would succeed. • • • Judicious fertilization may be needed because the grower cannot expect apple trees to grow well or to bear regular and profitable crops unless plenty of plant food ia supplied. see Apple trees require pruning and training. This is necessary to develop trees which will bear a heavy load of fruit without their limbs breaking. • e • It is necessary to prune and train the trees properly in order to facilitate such orchard operations as spraying and harvesting. • e e Take the mystery out of fruit growing. There is no hocus-pocus or black magic in fruit growing. Neither can the grower depend upon “cure-aU*" The apple producer who grows strawberries, graph* tomatoe* potatoes and other cropd is likely to stay in the business of apple production. These other Interests or side lines may tide the grower over during lean or no apple crop year* see Better watch your currant and gooseberry bushes for currant worm* As this pest starts to work from the bottom of the plant* It often has them pretty well riddled before it is discovered

Skim Milk Made Use of as Feed Large Quantities Formerly Wasted Now Converted Into Nutriment (PrepsrW by the United States Departmeat of Agriculture.) Large quantities of skim milk formerly wasted or inefficiently used are being converted into a marketable product by a number of companies utilizing a process recently perfected by the bureau of dairying, United States Department of Agricuture. One company has sold more than a million pounds during the last year for poultry and hog feed. At Grove Qty, P*, this manufactured product—concentrated sour skim milk—is made under the direction of department dairying and sells at 4 cents a pound, netting 62 cent*, a hundred pounds of skim milk. Briefly, the process consists of the use of a culture containing a mycoderm, which is a yeastlike organism, and an active culture of the bulgaricus type. When used in combination they are able to develop more than double the amount of acidity in the skim milk produced by ordinary lactic cultures alone. The use of this mixed culture has made it possible to create an acidity of 2 per cent in skim milk which when concentrated at the rate of 3 to 1 gives the finished product an acidity of 6 per cent. An acidity of 2 per cent removes the difficulties formerly experienced in concentrating skim milk tn the vacuum pan, and 6 per cent acidity in the finished product prevents spoiling. The product has been kept in good condition for more than a year. Concentrated sour milk is a pasty, semifluid product. As poultry feed it is mixed with water or dry mash. Good results are obtained with the product when fed to baby chicks in a dilution of 1 to 8; when fed to laying hens either in paste form or in a mixture of 1 pound of paste to 1 pound of dry mash; and when fed for crate fattening at the rate of 40 pounds ol the paste to 100 pounds of mash. The utilization of surplus skim milk in manufacturing this concentrated product promises a greater outlet to the dairyman for his products and assures the poultryman of a uniform supply of a good feed that has excellent keeping qualities. Sparrows and Pigeons Disease Germ Carriers Recent investigations have determined that sparrows and pigeons may carry the avian or chicken type oi tuberculosis from chickens to pigs oi hogs and from an infected flock oi chickens to a noninfected flock. The sparrow or pigeon flies from infected pens or flocks to a healthy flock and contaminates the feed. There is alsc strong circumstantial evidence that sparrows and pigeons can transmit fowl cholera from Infected to health} flocks of chickens. It is also possible that they may transmit roup, sore head and the larvae of different kinds of worm parasites. It is also said that sparrows and pigeons carry or tran* mit the virus of hog cholera on theli feet. No doubt chicken lice and mites are transmitted from farm to farm bj pigeons and sparrows. Possibly pigeons cover greater area* than sparrow* hence are more dangerous. When possible prevent sparrows and pigeons from feeding with farm animal* Some one must discover a method of eradicating sparrows; and when pigeons are raised, bred and fed on farms they should be kept to themselve* o , Contact Sprays Destroy Lice on Cucumber Plant It is not usually very satisfactory to do anything to combat the lies which work on cucumbers and many other plant* when they became very numerous. About all that can be dona is to spray with some of the contact poisons, such as Insect powder, nicotine sulphate. Black Leaf 40. et<\ which can be obtained a drug store. Aa a general thing the insects called lady bug* of which there are several kinds, keep the lice down to small number* but once in a while the lice become very abundant If you use a •pray it must be done very thoroughly and probably quite often, and even then you may not save the plants before they are ao much Injured as to to unable to produce a crop. Good Care of Cream Good cream is clean cream, cooled. Place the freshly skimmed cream in the cooling tank, immediately see that the tank is filled with fresh cold water. Do not mix cooled cream with fresh warm cream. Stir the cream several times a day to prevent It from sticking to the sides of the can. Stirring the cream not only facilitates the cooling, but tends to improve the quality to a considerable extent When ail of the wheat is in all of the bread, all of the world will be better fed. • • • Waste oil from the tractor, ear, or truck engine crank case works fine in your hog oiler. • • • It costs just as much to raise s 40bushel crop as one that yields 50 bushels so why not plant your farm to adapted varieties? • • • Test* performed on the electric test line at Renner, S. D„ show that a eream separator used only 10 kw. hours of energy in skimming the milk from eight cows for a six-months’ period. see Putting the heifer In with the milking herd, feeding and handling her for • month or six weeks before freshen Ing, will pay well in greater ease to milking and caring for her when she doe« freshen

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