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IHiU CANADIAN tKJiStJSN?
S. MILUS, Editor ft Pub's
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PUBLISHED EVERT THURSDAY AT
CANADIAN. - TEXAS
THROUGH AJ GLASS DARKLY.
There's many a nobleman dwells in a cot,
The palace holds many a clown;
And the princes have beds of the tamarind
4 * hark.
While beggars have couches of down.
Brave kings are in cotton, serfs glory in silk,
While slaves like an emperor show;
For the worth of a title is stamped on the
heart-
But the world doesn't look at it so. „
Here misers are prodigally flinging their gold
To spendthrifts who hoard in their wake;
There mumbles a rake in the gown of a priest
To a priest in the garb of a rake.
3 areet saints there are living in hovels of sin
And sinners m Sanctified Row;
The heart in the breast is the only true test-
But the world docsn i look at it so.
There are Generals lying in graves unmarked
And privates with monuments grand;
The ignorant stalk in the chambers of State, -
But the quiet mind ruleth the land.
A shadow divergent each object of earth
O'ercasts from one sun In the sky;
And fancies are many as beings have birth,
But the one God ruleth on high.
So I laugh at the title; that's only a sham, ;
And at caste-Out a silver-washed plate ,
Stuck up on the door of a tenement grand,
. Belonging to nature's estate.
Its inmates afe constantly changing and pass
tacli year out of sight, like the snow, -
Whose going but stirs up the filth of the
street—
And the Saviour Will look at it so.
—Charles E. Banks, in Arkansaw Traveler,
LONE HOLLOW;
ji •
Or, The Feril of the Penroys.
A. Thrilling and Romantic Story
of Love and Adventure,
By James M. Merrill, author of 44 Bogus
Bill," "Fisher Joe" and
Other Stories.
£ Copyrighty 1$S9, by the A. X. Kellojg news-
paper Company.]
CHAPTER VII.—Continued.
"This i$ madness," declared the young
hunter. "To quarrel thus on account of a
girL Must the softer sex always bring
woe? I gave you credit for better sense,
Captain Starbright."
u But that young mudsill assaulted me like
a coward."
"He made the first assault?"
"He did."
41 Over Miss Penroy?"
"He has pretended to have some claim on
aer—"
"And you make the same pretention,"
Fingal interrupted, with a peculiar twinkle
oí the eye.
" It seems to be a foolish quarrel at best.
5u>u will do well to take my advice and give
up thoughts of winning the girl."
► " And leave her to that mudsill—never!"
cried the Captain, still hot and foolish from
his recent encounter. "I have sworn to
matte Graoe Penroy my wife, and no greasy
mechanic shall stand in the way."
Perhaps not, but there may bo a gentle-
mat! ho will win the prize in spite of you
both." -
ix "Howis thát?M
*"I beHeve that Miss Penroy has become
thoroughly disgusted with both you and
Austin Went word, in which case I am just
conceited enough, to imagine that I stand
ttoe best show," and young Fin gal smote
6ls breast with his clenched hand, and
straightened hi* form until ho looked the
picture of a youBg Prince of the blood.
Captain Starbright regarded the youth in
astonishment. He seemed to realize for
the first time that Louis Fingal was dan-
gerously handsome.
• "In faith, youngster, I should hate to be-
lieve that one so tender had entered the
lists against me," retorted the Captain,
forcing a laugh.
4'You may find me tougher than vou
imagine," declared Fingal, solemnly.
**Yon handed me a note a few days since,
on the occasion of our first meeting. Was
HWT yowr-composition ?"
.The Captain regarded Fingal keenly as he
pat the question. His gaze had not the ef-
fect intended. The young hunter was not
the least disconcerted.
"I shall make no denials, august Captain,"
answered Fingal, stroking his mustache
with a grave look.
"I amr then to understand that you mean
to interfere with my plans?"
"Understand anything you please, my
dear Captain.''
"Confound you!" muttered Sátarbright,
angered at the cool impudence of the young
hunter. "I warn you to keep away from
this vicinity and leave me to myself, or you
may rue your impertinence in the time to
come. You understand ?"
♦♦Certainly."
"And you will heed the warning!"
"Certainly."
"I am glad to find you sensible."
44Always that, Captain Starbright," as-
sured the young hunter. "Fair means you
will be permuted to use in a suit for Miss
Penroy's hand, but when you step beyond
that look to yourself. The eagle will see that
the hawk harms not the pretty dove."
Then, bowing low, Fingal turned and
darted away .with the fieetness of a deer.
Captain Starbright stared after him in rage
and astonishment.
CHAPTER VHL
a letter.
A few days later.
Grace Penroy and Lura Joyce stood to-
gether in the room of the former. Grace
loosened her waving masses of yel-
low hair, and stood by the. glass combing
the golden strands, while her cousin leaned
against a richly-carved mantel over the nar-
row grate and regarded the pretty girl be-
fore her with no attempt to conceal her ad-
miration.
"I do not wonder that so many men are in
love with you, Grace," said Lura at length,
after full a minute given to silent admira-
tion. "If I was half as beautiful I should
"It's not a bit of flattery that I am giving
you, young lady. You are the most beauti-
ful human creature I ever beheld, and I
say again it's no wonder the men love you
so, and are ready to cut one another's
throats through their infatuation. There's
the gallant Captain, and handsome Austin
Wentword, and—"
"Lura, will you cease?"
Grace turned now and faced her cousin, a
pained expression on her white face and
lurking in her honest gray eyes.
"Don't you like to hear the truth? Are
facts so repugnant to you that you feel
hurt at their utterance, pretty cousin ?"
"You clo not understand, Lura," said
Grace, in a low tone, slightly tremulous with
feeling. "None of the gentlemen named
are aught to me."
"Not one*"
Lura Joyce seemed surprised.
"That is the truth, Lura. I beg you to
say nothing about any of these fortune-
hunters."
"Ah, there's the rub!" exclaimed Miss
Joyce, with a merry laugh. " I understand
the situation exactly. You don't encour-
age one of these fellows for fear he is look-
ing only after your fortune. I've no ¿oubt
your fears are not ill-founded. I have been
at Lone Hollow but a fortnight, yet in that
comparatively short space of time I have
made a discovery."
Lura Joyce threw herself into a Tocker
and clasped her hands over one of the
arms, peering up from under sandy brows
at her cousin.
As Uraco made no remark Lura went on:
"1 have spotted one fortune-hunter at
least, cousin mine, the handsome, heartless
Captain Starbright. Have you ever thought
of his attentions seriously, Grace?"
" Never."
"That is good," ejaculated Lura, with
evident satisfaction. "Captain Starbright
is a fortune-hunter in every sense of the
term, and as heartless as a demon.' Havfc
I met liim before? I thought you knew that
ho oijce pleaded with me on bended knees
to marry him. It'3 a fact all the same, and
you know it now. He was after my fortune,
which proved a myth, and so the gallant
Captain ran away from that part of the
country to seek out the granddaughter of
old Morgan Vandible, and if possible win a
fortune and wife at one and the same time.
He has not yet succeeded and never will, if
you are wise, Grace."
" I shall be wise enough not to wed one I
do not love," answered the heiress, simply.
" Well sai<i, cousin. I hope you will stick
to that text."
" Vou m?*y be sure that I will."
" Now tell me, is there one that you do
love, Grace?"
The girl at the glass busied herself with
lier toilet without seeming to notice this
question. It was repeated, with still no
answer.
Then Lura Joyce came to her feet, and,
crossing the carpet, peered into the face of
her cousin. She was not wholly surprised
to find the honest gray eyes brimming with
tears.
A smile flitted over tho countenance of
Lura. Was it possible that she rejoiced in
the trouble that was growing in the heart
of her cousin?
"See here, Gracie, is it this that you are
feeling bad about?"
Lura laid a gold ring on the dresser in
front of her cousin.
"1 found it m the grass yesterday. I
imagined that you might have dropped it—
I am sure that I saw it on your finger a few
days since."
It was her ring indeed, the one she had
giVen back to Austin Wentword but a few
days since—her engagement ring. Doubt-
less he had flung it away that day when
they had quarreled. The sight of it only
the more embittered her feelings. Grace
did not offer to touch it, but continued her
occupation with increased nervousness.
"It is not my ring," asserted Grace, try-
ing to speak firmly, indifferently.
44Are you sure?"
The smile deepened on the face of Lura.
"Yes, I am sure."
"Now, how could I have been so deceived?
I was sure that I saw this ring on your
finger not a week since—"
44It was mine then, but—"
"Just read this, Grace. I think you have
madeyourself miserable for nothing."
Lnra thrust a letter into the hand of her
cousin and then stole from the room. What
a thrill shot over Grace's being as she.rec-
ognized the well-known chirography of
Austin Wentword.
Sinking to a chair, she tore open the let-
ter with nervous fingers, and read:
"Dear Grace: I am ashamed of the tem-
per I exhibited at our last meeting. I be-
lieve I was wholly in the wrong, and if you
can fdrgive me and take me back into your
affections you will never have cause to re-
gret it. I will never distrust you again
whatever may happen. A word or a line
from you, in token of forgiveness, by the
bearer of this will be eagerly looked for.
"Austin."
Grace pressed the note to her lips, while
tears flowed freely. She breathed easier
then, and a happy smile touched her face
as she came to her feet, after concealing
the precious letter.
A few minutes later Lura came in and
stood regarding her cousin with a smiling,
half-questioning look on her face. She
seemed to realize at once that Grace was in
a more pleasant mood, and this was suffi-
cient assurance that the young mechanic's
letter had been welcome.
"Shall I carry the answer to-day,
Gracie?"
Miss Penrov turned with a beaming face
toward her cousin.
44 You did not bring this from Stonefield,
Lura?"
44 Certainly. Why not? I would delight
to carry your answer to-day, for, to tell the
truth, the foolish boy is about distracted
over the thought of losing you—and a fort-
une."
"Lura Joyce!"
" Well, didn't you say they were all fort-
une-hunters, Miss Penroy? Don't look at
me so with those gray eyes. I was only
taking you at your word."
"But I did not mean—"
"Well?""as the girl hesitated.
"Idid not mean Austin."
44 No, it seems not. Well, hurry and pre-
pare an answer."
4% But you can not go to Stonefield to-day.
The stage will take the letter over in the
morning." , % %
" It will never do to trust that mode of
convevance; besides, the boy expects an an-
and kissed'her, and quickly rushed from the
room.
Grace, full of happy thoughts at this un-
expected reconciliation, proceeded at once
to penman answer to the letter she had re-
ceived that would bring joy and peace to the
heart of the anxious young mechanic.
Grace was sealing the letter when her
cousin returned.
44 All ready, Grace? Romeo is anxious for
a race over the hills, and I am fully as im-
patient to be off. Ah, won't the boy's eyes
snap when he reads this?"
The last words as Grace placed the letter
in the hand of Lura were:
441 would not send you—"
44 Of course not, Grace," the irrepressible
Miss Joyce interrupted. 441 engineered this
expedition myself." Then snatching a kiss
Lura darted from the room and the house.
Fate ^willed, however, that the letter
thus consigned to the hand of Lura Joyce
should never come under the eye of the
Stonefield mechanic. A dark tragedy was
soon to astound and horrify the inmates of
the old stone house at Lone Hollow.
CHAPTER IX.
the tragedy.
It was tea miles to Stonefield, through a
comparatively unsettled country.
Duriügher two weeks' sojourn at Lone
Hollow Lura Jovce had been twice over
the road oa the back of her own animal, a
fleet black gelding she was pleased to call
Romeo.
44 I've heard there is a shortcut to the
town," mused the young girl as she rode
out of the hollow at an easy pace, "And they
do say that it leads past old Mother
Cabera's hut, the gipsy fortune-teller. I've
a good notion to take that route. I should
save time, and might see the old hag, to
boot. What say, Romeo, shall we take the
path or the dusty road to Stonefield?"
She patted her horse gently, speaking to
him as though he were human.
A low whinney answered her appeal,
and Lura laughed.
44 You say yes, good Romeo. Well, I'll
think on it, as the c'4 Romans would say."
When she came to the path that turned
from the main highway, Lura drew rein
and sat for some moments in a brown study.
She glanced up at the s*n, then into the
woods, which looked cool and inviting.
The sun was long past the meridian, and
should she follow the road it wouM «et *ong
ere the goodly town of Stonefield waa
reached. Lura was of an adventuresome
disposition, and seldom weighed the conse-
quences.
"Who's afraid!" she at length exclaimed,
tossing her head until the ostrich plume on
her jaunty hat danced like a thing of life in
the breeze.
Then she guided her horse deliberately
into the woods on tho path that was quite
plainly visible at this time.
Progress through the woods was neces-
sarily slow, however, and Lura began to
suspect that she had been little the gainer
by leaving the road. Nevertheless she
would not retrace her steps now.
Presently the path led along the edge of a
gulch, and a little later she came upon a
rude log cabin but a few feet back from the
path. In front of this cabin sat an old
woman smoking a black clay pipe; against
the wall at her side leaned a heavy staff.
44 Mercy on us, here we have the old
gypsy fortune-teller now! " exclaimed Lura,
drawing rein within a lew paces of the old
woman. 44 My good woman, am I on the
right road to Stonefield ?"
The crone removed her pipe and stared
without uttering a word.
Lura felt just a little queer when she
caught the gleam of the old crone's black
eyes. There was a serpent glitter in their
depths, and the wrinkled face seemed to
take on the aspect of a goblin.
441 asked if I am on the right road to
Stonefield."
441 reckin."
44 How far is it? "
" Ten mile or thereabout."
The old woman had found her tongue at
last.
"Goodness I" ejaculated Lura. 441 don't
seem to be making much headway. I must
be near two miles from the main road, and
when I left that I was but nine miles or
less from town. Can it be that I have been
going backward ?"
Tho old woman rose, and taking her cane
hobbled forward.
" Is missy goin* to Stonefield?"
44 That's my intention."
44 Are you from Lone Hollow?"
"I am."
44The new mistress I s'posel'\ !
"Not exactl}'," returned Lurá, laughing.
44I am only a visitor there, a friend of the
family."
4'You are Miss Joyce?"
"Yes, and you are—"
"Mother Cabera. Cross my palm, good
lady, and I'll tell your fortune." Then a
wrinkled haiid was held up to the gaze of
the fair equf ~~~ 1
>nne.?
44Good! I've been wanting my ^fortune
told for a long time. Here. Now tell me
the truth and nothing but the truth, on your
honor, or 1 11 haunt you."
Lura dropped a gold coin into the palm of
the old wood witch. The recipient's eyes
sparkled, and the bony fingers closed quick-
ly over the precious metal Thrusting the
money from sight in the folds of her dirty
gown, Mother Cabera grasped the small
brown hand held down for her inspection
and glanced at the various lines crossing it.
There was no revelation of her thoughts
in the parchment face of Mother Cabera.
She examined the hand in hers for some
moments in silence.
"I see clouds ahead, trouble, a life sacri-
ficed to the greed of one man," uttered the
fortune-teller, at length, in a solemn voice.
The smile that had rested until this mo-
ment on the face #f Lura Joyce vanished,
and a cooling sensation crept oyer her gay
spirits.
441 will not tell you more, the picture is
too black. Poor child! poor child!" and
Mother Cabera dropped the girl's hand and
turned ^vay her head, as if to shut out
some teilifele vision.
44 Tell me all," demanded Lura, half
angrily.
44 But it is too bad—"
t&
Then refund the money.",
nee m
Oh !• it is wicked. She llera in a darksome
place dead, and he goes out to win the great
heiress, smiling as ever, with no one to
know that he has murdered the girl who
foolishly thought to thwart his will.".
Again the witch paused.
Her words, spoken in a solemn tone, were
not without their effect* and brave Lura
could not repress the shudder that crept
swiftly over her frame.
" That is all."
Mother Cabera at once moved away to-
ward the calan.
With a long, quivering sigh, Lura re-
sumed her journey. She was not supersti-
tious, but, nevertheless, the words of the
old wood witch had a deep effect, and
brought unpleasant thoughts to the mind
of the orphan girL
44 Of course there's nothing in such
things," argued Lura. "I thought I had
more sense than to allow the sayings of
such a toothless hag to trouble me in the
least."
Then she urged her horse to greater
speed. The path soon became ill-defined,
and she began to fear that she might lose
it altogether. She now realized that it was
a mistake, her turning aside to seek a short
cut to Stonefield.
441 do believe I shall have to turn back as
it is," sighed the bewildered girl. Then
she glanced up at the sky to note the fact
that it was almost night, and that clouds
were gathering adown the western horizon.
"Night and a storm coming." .
There was a solemn ring in the words,
and at that moment Lura would have given
a goodly sum to have been safely housed ai
Lone Hollow. She found herself in an o per <
woods, the ground level and grass-grown
The place was pleasant enough, but thi
solitude was depressing. Remembering
her letter she thrust her hand into hei
bosom to draw it forth.
A low cry escaped her lips.
The letter was gone!
Quickly Lura wheeled her horso ano
glanced eagerly down the path she had fol
lowed. No white object met her vision
Then she made a thorough examination ol
her person, satisfying herself that the let-
ter,on account of which she had undertaken
the jaurney, was lost.
She must needs return now, since there
could be no object in continuing on to Stone-
field withou Grace Penroy's letter.
'4Kow could have lost it?"
■it ¿is was the burden of the young girl's
thoughts as she rode slowly on the return.
Eagerly scouring the ground until darkness
fell Lura rode, and then she drew rein with
a low exclamation of impatience and cha
grin.
4,I don't suppose the letter amounts to
much after all. Grace can write another,
and there are other days to come in which
it can be delivered, but it is provoking after
all. I wonder if old Mother Cabera had a
hand ia the mischief. I'll interview the
lady when 1 again strike her mansion."
Then, uttering a seemingly merry laugh,
which had in it a ring of defiance for the
fates, the maiden touched Romeo with her
whip and was once moro borne on her way.
Innumerable stars came out and dotted
heaven's blue orb. The threatened storm
did not come, aud when Lura found herseli
once more in the vicinity of the fortune-
teller's cabin she began to breathe easier.
The trail she was following ran along near
the edge of a deep gulch,which assured the
girl that she could not be far from Mother
Cabera's cabin.
Suddenly Romeo came to a stand. In vain
did Lura urge, he refused to move another
step, and soon began to snort with fear.
"Something is wrong, surely. I never
knew Romeo to act so strangely before."
Peering forward Lura gave utterance to
a sudden, startled cry. A humau hand had
grasped her bridle-rein, and a pair of glit-
tering eyes peered up into her face.
For the moment the girl was paralyzed
with a dreadful fear.
44 Miss, you'll have to get off the hoss."
Quickly Lura raised her riding-whip and
dealt the speaker a blow in the face with
all her strength, at the same time speaking
to her horse.
With a mad cry the man reeled back. He
clung to the rein, however, and as the horse
forged ahead dragging him forward,
another hand grasped the arm of Lura and
snatched her from the saddle.
44 Never mmd the hoss, Bill, I've got the
gal."
And then Lura heard Romeo tearing
swiftly down the bridle-path while she was
left struggling in the arms of a man.
44Release me. villain!"
Then Lura was not permitted to speak
further. A broad palm was pressed over
her lips, and strong arms lifted her from
her feet. Struggle as she would, escape
was impossible.
" «Jest keep quiet!" hissed a voice in her
ear. "Mebbe you'll fare better if you quit
your tantrums."
"Don't bother with the she cat," said a
voice. "Here's the place to dump* the crit-
ter, and no questions asked. It'll be an ac-
cident and the Cap'n will doc over the cash
when he hears on't."
"Aye! that he will. Sure we've got the
right one?"
"In course I be* Didn't Mane tell Who
she was?" *•
"True for ye, Bill. Now lend a hand."
The helpless girl, unable to cry out or
help herself in the least, was lifted high in
air and held a moment suspended. The
next came the swish of a falling body; two
faces peered over a dark precipice into
black depths.
A dull, sickening thud, then all was still
save the moan of the wind through the
trees. After a brief minute the two ruffians
turned from the spot and hurried away in
the darkness.
[to be continued.]
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Luru tent
Oncé more Mother Cabers looted ifeto the
piquant face Of the girl oh horseback. There
was a look akin to pity on the parchment
face, then she once more grasped Lura's
hand sn4 proceeded:
"The lilack cloud that I saw has been dis-
pelled, pushed aside to make room for tbe
last scene; it is one of blood. A man, dark
and handsome, treads on a human heart. I
fíear *wotfiai's<waiiof wc _
An Optical Illusion.
An Albany lady recently purchased a
dress pattern and asked the clerk how many
yards there were in a remnant he had in
his hand. He measured the cloth yard
after yard, and said: "Nine and a half
yards." .The lady's husband who stood by
said; 44Icounted only eight and a hall"
|4I will measure again," which he did and
proved the correctness of his figures. Ho
£hen remarked to the gentleman: 44There
is a singular and very general illusion
about such measurement* When I measure
goods, as a rule for customers, they count
the yards always, and with scarcely an ex-
ception, count one less than 1 do. I don't
understand the philosophy of it, but it is
so.
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i Bahbsrs must be.great travelers—they,
are continual^ working from poll to poll.
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FARM AND HOUSEHOLD.
—The simplest way to fumigate %
room is to heat an iron shovel very
hot and then pour vinegar upon it
drop by drop. The steam arising front
this is a disinfectant. Doors or win-
dows should be opened that it may
escape.
—Nearly all the experiments made
by the experiment stations demon-
strate that hogs make greater gain oir
whole corn than on corn meal. This
is also the experience of nearly all
farmers who have given attention tc
the comparison.
—About three-fourths of the young
hogs that are marketed reach only
about two-thirds the weight they
should because of a lack of a variety
of food. The difference between what
they are when marketed and what
they should be means much loss to tha
farmer.
—The hatching of the tent caterpil-
lar can, in a great measure, be pre-
vented by going through the orchard
and picking off the clusters of egg
that can be found upon the limbs
During the winter is a good time todo
this while the foliage is off, as thoy
can be seen more readily.—Western
Plowman.
—A cheap and good disinfectant tc
use about poultry houses and yards
when contagious fowl diseases arc
present or feared, is made by dissolv-
ing three pounds of copperas in five
gallons of water, and adding one pint
of crude carbolic acid. Sprinkle about
the house and yard with a common
watering-pot.
—As showing the effect *of certain
foods upon the growth of pigs, it is
stated that three lots were fed, one on
blood, one on peas, and the other on
corn. The first lot showed 8.16 pet
cent of dry, lean meat, the second lot
8.56, and the third 6.28. Of fat, the
first lot showed 8,22 per cent, the sec-
ond lot 6.17. and the third 9.41.
—Lemon Cream.—Boil the thin peel
of two lemons in one pint of cream
strain and thicken with the well-beaten
yelks of three and the whites of four
eggs, into which half a teacup of white
sugar has been beaten. Add half a
saltspoon of salt, stir rapidly with tho
egg beater until nearly cold, and pour
it into glasses or cups. This quantity
will fill six good-sized cups.
—One and one-half cups of graham
flour, one cup of molasses, one cup of
milk, one cup of chopped raisins, one
teaspoon of soda, one tablespoon of
sugar, pinch of salt, steam three hours.
Sauce for same: Two-thirds cup of
sugar, one tablespoon butter and flour,
thoroughly mixed with the sugar.
Pour boiling water over until the con-
sistency of cream and flavor to taste.
—The brood sows usually preferred
are those that are young. This is &
mistake. The old sows'give more milk
and are better mothers^ A safe rulo
to follow is to retain ail sows that have
successfully raised their litters. A
sow that has been tried and is known
to be a good mother, should be re-
tained as long as she can be made
serviceable. It is unwise to depend
on untried, young sows.
TURNING IN CROPS.
Some Necessary Directions Concerning This
Important Work.
When other means are not at hand
the farmer may charge his soil with
vegetable matter, by turning in a
green crop. This may eitlyer be done
by sowing a crop expressly for the
purpose, and turning it in when it ia
sufficiently advanced, this being done
always before the formation of the
s&ed, or the farmer may make the crop
a part of the rotation system, and tura
it in after once or twice mowing the
grass. Thus, when wheat and clover
seed are sown, together, we may take
the wheat crop, and let the clover
grow and then cut it once.
The next spring, about the middle of
May, generally, the clover crop being
turned in and rolled down, a crop of
potatoes, oats, Corn or beans may be
taken from the land without disturb-
ing the sod, which should remain un-
til thoroughly rotted. # It is alwaya
advantageous, however, to spread fer-
mented manure on the surface where
these crops are planted, so as to have
something for the present crop to
draw upon without exhausting the
soil. In this way many comparatively
barren, sandy regions may be re-
claimed and rendered fertile.
Vegetable matter is a powerful re-
tainer of moisture, and its presence in
large quantities prevents drought.
In order to make#a green crop grow
upon pine barrens, the surface, after
plowing and harrowing, ought to be
covered with a a good top dressing of
ashes, say from 100 to 150 bushels ta
the acre. Seed down heavily with
clover and herdsgrass, and you will
rarely fail to obtain a good crop
which may be turned in.
It is recommended, in turning in a
green crop, to plow deeply—at least
six inches, and if possible eight. This
affords a new soil, and gives a good
opportunity for the cultivation of the
rolled surface.—Andrew H. Ward, in
Boston Globe "
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