The New Ulm Enterprise (New Ulm, Tex.), Vol. 16, No. 40, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 22, 1926 Page: 3 of 8
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NEW ULM ENTERPRISE, NEW ULM, TEXAS
these Inducements: Firstly, we sail
upon a venture which hath a color
of state business, although a strict
legalist would denounce it piratical—
you see, I endeavor to deal nonestly
by you after my fashion; secondly, no
harm is intended to you; thirdly, the
rewards of our project will be singu-
larly rich; fourthly, I design to ex-
ploit the advantages which shall ac-
crue to me solely for your benefit—
you, Robert, are my heir, and if I
have need of you in the execution of
my coup, nonetheless I shall be able
to repay you for whatever you do in
my behalf a hundredfold, both mate-
rially and otherwise. I am, after all,
your nearest kin after your father,
and I say in all humility my assist-
ance is not to be despised.”
“I won’t go willingly,” I answered.
“Even did your arguments tempt me,
I should resent your threat of compul-
sion.”
'‘‘Admirably spoken,” he applauded.
“Egad, I perceive you have the proper
spirit. You are exactly the lad I re-
quire.”
“I am the lad you’ll not get,” I
shouted. “Call in your bravos, and
I’ll tear their- throats out for you.”
“Gently, gently,” he remonstrated.
“My bravos, as you term them, are
not lambs, Nephew Robert, and I
must warn you that the killings would
not be all on the one side. If you
value your father, stand fast.”
And he drew from a waistcoat
pocket a silver whistle, which he
placed to his lips. A thin blast piped
through the room, and a dozen hairy
seadogs surge’d in from hall and
kitchen. Raps on the two windows
indicated that -others mounted guard
outside.
My father’s face was a mask of min-
gled rage and fear—not fear for him-
self, but for me. He stared at the
savage figures, the bared cutlasses,
the ready pistols, almost with unbe-
lief in the reality of his vision. And
cgrtes ’twas a weird-spectacle in that
orderly house in the town we of the
province looked upon as the most ad-
vanced in the colonies—and became
to me the more weird as I glimpsed
next the hall door a grim mahogany
face and a hangman look beneath a
skrim of black hair, and behind the
two a familiar carroty head.
“Ho, there, Darby!” I called out.
“What are you doing in such com-
pany? Did you know those men for
pirates when you drank with them
at the Whale’s Head?”
“Sure, they ha’ taken me into their
crew,” he answered brazenly.
“And ’twas you let them into the
house and betrayed your master!” re-
turned my &ther sadly. “I had not
expected this of you, Darby. Have
we not been kind to you?”
Darby., wiggled uncomfortably.
“Oh, aye; main kind, Master Orme-
rod,” he admitted. “But they would
ha’ had ye, whether or no. Sure, they’re
a grand crew, tricksy crew. And any-
way, ye see, I was born to be a pirate.
My troth, I was!”
Murray laughed pleasantly.
“ ’Tis a valiant youth, and should
go far,” he observed. “Moreover, he
speaks the truth when he says we
should have won our way in to you
without his aid. The accommodation
was convenient, but by no means es-
sential.
“Where is Silver, Master Bones?”
he added. —
The man with the mahogany face
touched his hat.
“John was seeing to it the sarvants
was all secure, sir,” he answered.
“Here he is now.”
A gap appeared in the ranks by the
kitchen door, and the one-legged man
I had met on the water-front that
morning stumped in on his long
crutch, as cheerfully serene as any
honest householder.
“Was you askin’ for me, captain?”
he said. “We just finished up behind
there—all gagged and roped, Bristol-
fashion, safe for a day, sir.”
And to me—
“My duty, Master Ormerod, and I
hopes we’ll know each other better
soon.”
"I find we shall need a cart, John,”
said my great-uncle.
My father turned very pale.
“You—you— My G—d, Murray,
you can’t kidnap the boy this way!
Think! There are troops in Fort
George. Once the hue and cry is
raised you’ll be—”
“But it will not be raised,” replied
Murray calmly. “I regret it, but we
shall be obliged to tie up vpu ’and
Peter so that you will be incapacitat-
ed until some kind friend happens to
call on the morrow. By that time we
shall be at sea.”
I snatched up the chair upon which
I had been sitting and brandished it
over his head.
“Call off these scoundrels of yours
or I’ll batter out your brains,” I
snarled.
“John,” he said, Ignoring me, “you
will be so kind as to pistol the elder
Master Ormerod if his son launches
a blow at me.”
“Aye, aye, sir,” answered .Silver.
And he leveled a weapon at my fa-
ther. I knew, without looking behind
me, that Peter and I were covered by
other men. It was Peter who spoke
first.
“Put. down der chair, Bob,” he or-
dered quietly.
The man called Black Dog cast the
noose of a rope over his head and
jerked his arms close to his side.
“Neen, neen,” <5bjected Peter, and
with no visible effort he snapped the
hempen strands.
A gasp went up from the room, and
there was a hasty retreat from his
neighborhood.
“An Inkling of the Plot” In
next week’s installment.
(TO CONTINUED.)
quire a young man to stand at my
elbow and assist me In curbing unruly
spirits. I promise a great future for
such.”
••Command of his own pirate craft,
no doubt?” pressed my father.
“That would be an offer to draw
most stout youths,” returned my great-
uncle. “Bah, what is piracy, that you
and your kind prate against it, Orme-
rod? Is it any worse in character
than four-fifths of the business prac-
ticed in this world? What are you
and those like you but men who seek
to deprive others of their lawful
gains that you may add to your stores
what the others possessed? I take
from the wealthy, who can afford to
lose, what they have dishonestly got,
more often than not, and much of-
what I win I contribute to the Cause
to which you gave your first loyalty.”
“An admirable code of ethics,” ob-
served my father. “But come to the
point. What will you have? That I
should apprentice Robert to you to be
indentured a good, honest, trusty and
skillful pirate?”
“Even so.” r
My father sat back in his chair.
“I’ll not,” he said.
Murray treated himself to a pinch
of snuff.
“What does our young man himself
say?” he asked.
“I say that you offer me no induce-
ment,” I answered as shortly as I
could.
“ ’Odslife,” he swore. “No Induce-
ment? My dear nephew, I offer you
an open, bracing life—for a brief
space; a share in a brave venture; an
opportunity to rehabilitate your fam-
ily, to rise to place, title and honor.”
“On a pirate’s deck?” I jeered.
“From a pirate’s quarterdeck,” he
corrected me gravely. “I am 'on my
last cruise. The Royal James is to
vindicate her name. Aye, in years to
come she will be regarded as a shrine
of loyalty and devotion, and to have
sailed with Andrew Murray in her—
Why, sir, who remembers today of
Ro])in Hood aught but that he was
true to King Richard in adversity?”
The man's surety was amazing.
"This passes all reason,” said my
father wearily. “You must be insane.”
“Not at all,” retorted my great-
uncle. “I am the leading practitioner
of my profession. Winter, Davis,
not to hear the pirates are outside
our harbor. It hath the look of daring
beyond the ordinary. If Murray—”
- The door behind me opened, and I
saw my father’s jaw drop. Peter, at
my right hand, let his eyelids Aink,
then went on quietly cracking nuts
between his huge fingers-. '
“Did I hear you call me, Ormerod?”
The voice from the doorway had' a
chill, level quality that was as reso-
nant as the tolling of a bell.
“ ‘If Murray—’ I thought I heard
my name?”
I screwed around in my chair.
There in the doorway stood the most
remarkable figure I had ever seen. A
large man, straight as an arrow de-
spite the years that had planted
crow’s feet so thickly about his eyes,
his square shoulders showed to ad-
vantage the exquisite tailoring of the
black velvet coat he wore. His small
clothes were of a fine yellow damasked
silk, and his stockings of silk to
match. Diamonds flashed from the
buckles of his shoes, his fob, his
fingers and the hilt of his dress-sword.
A great ruby glowed in the Mechin
jabot that cascaded from his throat.
Over his arm hung a cloak, and under
his elbow was tucked a hUt cocked
in the latest mode.
But it was the memory of his face
that abided with you. The features
were all big and strongly carved; the
nose was a jutting beak above a tight-
lipped mouth—and a jaw that was
brutally square; the eyes were a vivid
black, flecked with tawny lights. His
hair was of a pure, silvery whiteness
and drawn back, clubbed and tied
with a black ribbon. His cheeks and
brows were furrowed by a maze of
wrinkles, yet the flesh seemed as firm
as mine. In every way he suggested
breeding, gentility, wealth; but there
was a combined <effect of sinister
power and predatory will, a hint of
ruthless egotism which took no ac-
count of any interests save his own.
He acknowledged my prolonged
stare with a slight bow, mildly
derisive.
“Your son, Ormerod?” he continued.
“My grandnephew? Robert, I think,
you named him, for the redoubtable
Master Juggins of London, who aided
you to start life anew after you had
contrived to wreck yourself upon the
rocks of a foresworn Jacobite career.”
My father rose slowly to his feet.
“Yes, he is my son, Murray. It is
neither his fault nor mine that he is
also your grandnephew. As to his
name, Robert Juggins was a better
man than you or I, and you cannot
inspire my son against me by hinting
>at hidden chapters of my early life.
He knows that I was deluded into
serving the StuaPts, and lived to learn
that country comes before king.”
The man in the doorway nodded his
head.
“I would not seem discourteous,”
he remarked suavely. “I note another
old friend, Ormerod—or perhaps I
should say an old enemy. Permit me
to observe, Corlaer, that you wear
well with the years—as well as my-
self, indeed.”
Peter squeezed a hickory-nut be-
tween his forefinger and thumb and
looked up vacantly Into Murray’s face.
“Ja,” he said.
“Lest you should be tempted by
some misapprehension,” pursued Mur-
ray, “I may inform you that I have
every reason to suppose myself safe
from any measures you might take
against me. I hope to do what I have
come here for tonight without injur-
ing anybody, and if you gentlemen
will listen to me quietly for a few
moments I am confident that the is-
sue will be harmless for all of us.”
He cast his cloak and hat npon a
chair by the fire, and put nis hand
upon the vacant one betwixt my fa-
ther and me.
“MayNE?” he asked.
- My father, still standing, said noth-
ing; and Murray, with a shrug, ac-
cepted the silence for consent, sank
gracefully into the seat and drew a
golden snuff-box, studded with bril-
liants, from a pocket.
“With your permission,” he said,
springing thereover.
A fragrant whiff of snuff-tobacco
tickled my senses as he offered it gen-
erally.
“ ’Tis excellent stuff,” he remarked.
“Ripe Rip-Rap. What? None of you?
Ah, then—”
He dusted a pinch under his nos-
trils, inhaled and daintily used his
handkerchief, a lace-edged morsel
such as women carry.
My father leaned forward across
the table, a blaze of hatred in his face.
“ ’Tis true, then !”
Murray regarded him in some sur-
prise.
“True? My dear sir, I assured you
’twas Rip-Rap.”
My father turned to Peter and me.
“After I told you—about this man,
Robert—I hoped that I was wrong—
that I had done him an injustice. But
now he has convicted himself out of
his own lips.”
Murray gently deposited the snuff-
box upon the table in front of him.
“Ah,” he murmured. “I see! You
were referring to my nickname, or,
shall we say, nomme de guerre?”
My father laughed bitterly.
“Nomme de. guerre! Name of a
pirate! But let us have it, fair and
openly, Andrew Murray. Are you Cap-
tain Rip-Rap?” . - -
“I suppose most people would agree
with your description,” replied Mur-
ray ; “although personally I prefer the
word buccaneer. It is" susceptible to
so much wider use, and there is about
it a suggestion of— However, we are
not Interested here tonight in the
more abstruse branches of etymology.
I am the person popularly known on
the high seas as Captain Rip-Rap, and
I fancy I might have logical grounds
for arguing that if~ any disgrace ad-
heres to me by that admission, ’twas
you, Ormerod, who drove me to the
practice of what you call piracy.”
“ ’Tis like you to take that tone,”
said my father. “I drove you from
the practice of what amounted to
piracy on the land. There is no dif-
ference in the way you earn your live-
lihood today, Murray. You were an
outlaw, and you are an outlaw.”
“I fear iyou are incapable of doing
me justice,” sighed Murray. “You
should know that I have always la-
bored to serve higher ends than the
merer sordid pursuit of money, such
as has possessed you and those like
you.”-
He swung around suddenly upon
me.
“But I am forgetting my purpose!”
he cried. “Stand up, grandnephew,
and let me have a look at you.”
I would not have heeded him, but
my father said quickly:
as he asks you, Robert. I’d
not have him think you are crooked
in the legs.”
So I stood.
“A likely build,” he remarked warm-
ly. “You favor your father, I see—
save in the face, it may be. There
you are your mother, my maid Mar-
jory. Ah, sweet chit, would she were
with us now! A sad los^; a sad loss,
lad!”
The expression which came to my
father’s face was terrible in its in-
tensity of passion. He leaned closer
to Murray, white to the' cheekbones,
his nostrils pinched in.
"Murray,” he said, “make an end of
such talk! As you value your life;
mention her not again. I know not
what cards you hold up your sleeve-
here, but if we all die in the next mo-
ment I will slay you as you sit if you
profane her memory with your foul
tongue.”
Murray stared up at him coolly and
took a pinch of snuff.
“Ah, well, you were always prejuc-
diced,” he answered. “I— But it
serves no purpose to reopen old
wounds. I am of one mind with you
there.”
He leaned abruptly across the table.
“I will be frank with you, Ormerod—
and with Nephew Robert here. I am
somewhat in difficulties—-”
“If ’tis money—” began my father.
My great-uncle’s gesture was suffi-
cient check to this.
/ “I am not in difficulties for money,
although I am like to be in difficulties
shortly in connection with an embar-
rassing quantity of it. In fine, sir, I
am upon the point of launching the
coup of my career, one which will en-
tail consequences of a stupendous
character, and in the end, I venture
to predict, echo in throne-rooms and
chancelleries. Aye, kingdoms shall—”
He broke off.
“It is not necessary that I should
go into -that. Suffice it for the pres-
ent if I say that I am in the position
of a man who has partially tamed an
unwieldy band of wild animals. My
own ship, I can rely upon up to a cer-
tain point, but I have associated with
me—”
“That would be Flint?” interjected
iay father.
“I am flattered by the knowledge
of my affairs which you display,” re-
plied my great-uncle with one of his
courtly inclinations. “Yes; I had oc-
casion, when I first went to sea, for
a competent navigator. Flint served
me in that capacity until I became in-
dependent, and I then fitted him out
with his own ship. We have cruised
in company since. I am not betraying
a professional secret when I add that
he is a man whose undoubted force of
personality is offset by a certain
turbulence and crudeness of wit which
make him difficult to handle—increas-
ingly difficult to handle, I may say.
I foresee trouble with him in the fu-
ture in connection with the coup to
which I have already referred. I re-
“What Does Our Young Man Himself
Say?” He Asked.
Roberts, Bellamy, all the more noted
—ah—pirates of recent years, were
small fry compared to me. I tell you,
Ormerod, you stand tn the boy’s way.”
“He is not a boy, but a man,”
snapped my father. “And able to
judge his own course.”
“So be it.”
My great-uncle turned to me once
more.
“It . appears this decision is left be-
twixt us two, Nephew Robert,” he
said. “So I must inform you that I
am determined to have your aid in
any event—by force, if you will not
accompany me reasonably.”
There was a snap as a Brazil nut
split apart in Peter’s grip. Murray
waved an airy hand in his direction.
“ ’Tis true that you are the most
powerful man I ever met, Corlaer,”
he remarked; “yet I urge you not to
attempt violence. I have sufficient
men in the house to overpower you,
and I—should not hesitate to slay Or-
merod or yoir at need. The boy is the
only one of you three whose life hath
value to me.”
"He means it, Peter,” said my fa-
ther. “Keep your hands down.”
“Ja,” squeaked Peter.
“You were ever a_,wise man, Orme-
rod,” resumed my great-uncle. “I
venture to congratulate you upon the
soundness of your judgment. Now for
you, Nephew Robert. Come with me
you shall, but I prefer that you come
willingly. Therefore I lay before you
Purple Royal Emblem From Earliest Days
Purple became associated with kings
in the early days because it was the
finest and most costly dye of the an-
cients. It was obtained from two kinds
of shells found in the Mediterranean
sea. The ancients attribute its dis-
covery to the Phoenicians and the
story is that it was first discovered by
a dog biting a purple fish. It is stated
that in Caesar’s time a pound of Tyrian
purple wool cost above 1,000 denarii,
which is, roughly speaking, equal to
$217.50. Purple robes were used at
an early date by the Greeks as a mark
of dignity. Tyrian purple was intro-
duced into Rome In the middle of the
First century, B. 0., and from that time
it became a luxury. Its use was
checked by imperial decree. A com-
plete robe of “blatta,” the finest kind
of purple, was reserved as an imperial
privilege, and any private person wear-
ing it was punished as being guilty of
high treason.
Leading to Success
We are told that constant dropping
of water will wear away stones. So
will continuous endeavor overcome ob-
stacles to any worth-while undertake
ing. Persistent adherence to right
purpose creates a “successful life” in
the best meaning that term.—Grit,
Porto Bello Gold
WNTT Service
Copyright by Arthur D. Howden Smith
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER II—Continued
Good night,
our
CHAPTER III
story opens in New York,
the middle of the Eight-
century. Robert Ormerod,
Silver
a tav-
young
frigate
are ill-planned sallies
misguided men. No,
me most is the tidings
one-legged sailor. Sil-
A Caller in the Night
We sat late at dinner that night, for
fny father must needs have me re-
peat at length the tale of my experi-
ences during the day, revealing a
perturbation unusual in him, although
Peter Corlaer ate on with placid sol-
emnity.
“I have heard of this Colonel O’Don-
nell,” said my father when I had made
an end. “He was in Scotland with
Prince Charles—one of the Irish crew
who bogged a promising venture, if
what men say be true. I marvel at
his temerity in landing here, for there
must be a price upon his head in Eng-
land. Doubtless he was consorting
with some of our Jacobite sympathiz-
ers at the Whale’s Head—a fitting
place for such an intrigue!
“The captain of the frigate called
upon the governor this morning, so
Master Colden told me, with a cock-
and-bull story of a mistake in his
reckoning -that took him no^th of his
course. I smell the taint of a Jacobite
plot!”
“Mistress O’Donnell said they were
for the Floridas,” I protested. “Sure,
they are not far out of their course.”
My father smiled’for the first time.
“The little maid would have no
knowledge of her father’s purpose.
And if she did— No, no, lad, I had
my share of plotting in my youth. Our
\ Jacobites are a pernicious lot. But
therein In such a devious business we
might not hope to reach the truth, nor
am I greatly concerned thereat. Most
Jacobite plots
by desperate,
boy, what irks
you had of the
ter, you called hlnj? Yes, I like it
By
ARTHUR D. HOWDEN SMITH
He brushed by me with a click of
impatience, and Darby and I followed
him to the street. As we all three
•emerged, Mistress O’Donnell darted up
to her father and caught at the lapels
■of his coat.
“Ah, padre,” she cried In a brogue
that clotted and slurred her words,
“you’ll not be holding it against me
because I wearied of the ship and
would feel the earth crumbling under-
foot, and me so lonely for lack of you
I was near to weeping the while I sat
in my cabin with naught to do but
read my Hours!”
He wilted, as must any man have
■done, flinging his arm around her
•with a gesture that verged on the the-
atrical.
“Tush, tush, Moira,” he rebuked her
gently; “ ’twas unbecoming in you,
and in Spanish lands such conduct
would lead to trouble. See that you
■do it not a second time. I will give
you in charge of Juan; and, having
had your taste of freedom, you must
return aboard, for I have matters yet
requiring my attention. Ah, yes, and
you must thank this gentleman prop-
erly for his gallantry. Master Orme-
rod, my dear! His father is a great
merchant of this town.”
■ Mistress O’Donnell swept me a wil-
howy curtsey, and as I bowed acknowl-
edgment I wondered where he had se-
cured such exact information about
me.
“Sure, I’ll not be after trying to
thank you,” says my lady to me with
a twinkle in her eye. "For I couldn’t
find the words would express my
gratitude. But for you, ’tis an awful
fool I’d have made of myself this
quarter-hour past.”
Colonel O’Donnell hemmed reprov-
ingly.
“Let it be a lesson to you, my girl.
My thanks to you again, Master Or-
merod. My compliments to your fa-
ther, if it please you.
sir.”
I understood that he
rid of me, and accepted
“Good night, sir,” I replied. 1
a fair voyage to you, mistress,
can be of further service, pray
mand me.”
“No, Master Ormerod, herq,
paths diverge,” she answered softly,
and placed her hand upon her father’s
arm.
A moment later I was hurrying
north and west, Darby McGraw chat-
tering beside me.
The
about
eenth
who tells the tale, is talking to
Peter Corlaer, chief of fur trad-
ers, and man of enormous
strength, when Darby "McGraw,
Irish bonded boy, brings news
that a pirate ship is “off the
Hook.” An old sea captain an-
nounces he has been chased by
the notorious pirate, Captain
Rip-Rap. The older Ormerod
tells Robert tbe pirate is Andrew
Murray, his (Robert’s) great-
uncle, commanding the pirate
ship, the Royal James. Murray
is an ardent Jacobite. Next day
Robert and Darby encounter a
one-legged sailor, .John
whom Darby conducts to
ern. Robert meets a
woman from a Spanish
who is seeking her father. Colo-
nel O’Donnell. He takes her to
the place she designates.
wished to be
the cue.
“And
If I
com-
the
are
col-
far
their
corn,
they
more
Aft-
Breeders have recognized that hays
and other forages grown on lands that
are rich in limestone and the other
necessary mineral elements will pro-
duce much better results with ' the
herd than will those forages grown on
sour or acid soils that lack the neces-
sary amount of limestone.
The intelligent care that little lambs
receive from the time they are born
until old enough to market is well re-
paid in their quality and added mar-
ket value
♦ *
but three-year-old
heaviest of any age
sweet clover pasture
feed, hence it is a
provide some straw
Not yearlings,
ewes sheared the
group among 1,486 Rambouillet sheep
sheared by the federal Department of
Agriculture.
The use of portable hog hodsye# or
temporary shelters constructed fa the
hog pastures each year, used in con-
nection with permanent hog houses,
Is recommended as an effective way
of increasing the profit, in pork pro-,
duction by keeping down disease.
A few years ago the cattle feeders
In the corn belt were feeding to
stock practically nothing but
Corn was what they had, and
thought they could market it
profitably as beef than as grain,
er a while some feeders began supple-
menting the corn with a feed contain-
ing a large percentage of protein, such
as cottonseed meal, and found that by
thus balancing the high carbohydrate
ration with protein they were able to
get larger gains in the weight of their
cattle. Those who had plenty of corn
on hand found it hard to put out cash
for cottonseed meal, yet the more pro-
gressive feeders soon learned that
such expenditures were profitable.
As all animals do best on a balanced
ration, more and more attention is be-
ing paid to the materials that make up
the ration. If the animals are kept
in a feed lot, their ration can be bal-
anced closely. If they are running on
pasture and are being fed also In the
lot it is more difficult to balance the
ration. The best feed to supplement
corn must be determined by the na-
ture of the pasture. The most satis-
factory results can be obtained only
by carefully considering the pasture,
the animals and the supplementary
feed. A pasture may be so poor, how-
ever, that merely a glance at it Is
enough to show that it will afford
very little substantial nutriment, and
that cattle grazed on it should be sup-
plied with feed in‘'a balanced ration
and in amounts sufficiently large to
insure their growth. Another pasture
may be so good that cattle grazed on
it will need little if any supplemen-
tary feed if only fair growth is de-
sired, although there is a limit to the
capacity of the best pasture.
BALANCED RATION
FOR FARM WORK
Fitting a Horse Collar
Is of Much Importance
A horse pulls from—the shoulder.
There’s no news about that. But do
you know just what part of the shoul-
der should take the strain of the load?
The upper part of a horse’s shoulder
is soft bone and cartilage. The lower
part is the joint. The pull of the col-
lar should come between these two
points, otherwise there will be trou-
ble.
A collar that hangs too low throws
too much strain on the shoulder joint.
If your horse develops sores on
lower point of the shoulder, they
no doubt due to the fact that the
lar throws the pulling strain too
down on the shoulders.
Corn Is Basis of Best
Rations for All Swine
Corn is the basis of all of the best
and cheapest rations for swine of all
ages. For pregnant sows, a mixture
of 50 pounds of corn, 45 pounds of
oats, and 5 pounds of tankage makes
a good combination. Corn and skim
milk, equal_ parts by weight, is sat-
isfactory. Corn and tankage, 9 parts
corn to 1 part tankage, is often used.
Sixty pounds of corn, 35 pounds of
wheat shorts, and 5 pounds of tank-
age is another good mixture. Feed
three times a day and all that the
sows will clean up quickly. Before
and after farrowing, bran should be
added to the mixture.
After the young are weaned, they
may be fed corn, wheat shorts, and
tankage, all they will eat In a self-
feeder. Or they may be fed the same
way on corn, soy beans, and a min-
eral mixture of 10 pounds acid phos- _
.phate, 10 pounds wood ashes, ’and
1 pound of salt.
Live Stock Hints
Cattle on
crave some dry
good practice to
or hay.
♦ * *
Yeast fed to does not aid di-
gestion or produce gjvater gains at
less cost, according to investigations
of C. P. Thompson of th® Oklahoma
Agricultural college.
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