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    DAKOTA COUNTY HERALD. DAKOTA CITY. NEBRASKA.
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A BLACKBERRY PIE.
Oynoj'sU -I'loncor In tho Callfor
nla redwood region, John Cardigan,
at forty-Ji ven, Is Hie leadlntf clllzen
of ScfjtJfla, owner of mills, ahlps,
and maiy acres uf timber, a wid
ower nflcr thrco year of married
life, aiH fathor of two-day old
Hryco Cardigan. At fourteen Urycc
iniiltcH Ihe acquaintance of Shirley
Sumner, a vinllor at Hequola, and
hlB Juilor liy a few years. Together
thuy yinlt the Valley of tho Giants,
sncrcJ to John Cardigan and Ida
Bon tho burial placo of IJryce's
mother, am part with mutual ro
gret WIillo Hryco Is nt collego
John Cadlgan meets with heavy
huilnew) losses and for tho first
time views the futuro with uncer
tainty. After graduation from col
lege, and a trip abroad, Ilryco Car
digan comes homo. On tho train ho
mi'ts Shirley Sumner, on her way
to Sc(tiola to mako her homo thoro
with her uncle, Col. Pennington.
Hryco learns that his father's cyo
night has failed and that Col. Pen
nington la seeking to tnko advan
tage of tho old man's business mis
fortunes. CHAPTER V Continued.
"Certainly they cnn. Hut I shall
litivo to wait until they are completely
matured and I have become completely
blind; then a specialist will perform
nn operation on my eyes, and In all
probability my silit will bo restored
for a few years. However, I haven't
Riven tho matter n great deal of con
sideration. And I am about ready to
quit now. I'd llko to, In fact; I'm
tired."
"Oh, but you can't quit until you've
ecn your redwoods again," Hryco re
minded him. "I suppose it's been a
long time since you've visited tho
Valley of thq (limits; your long exile
from the wood-gobllus hns muda you a
trllle gloomy, I'm afraid."
John Cardigan nodded. "I haven't
Been them In a year and a half, Hryce.
Lust tlmo I was up, I slipped between
the logs on that old skld-rond and
llko to broke my old fool neclt."
"Pal, It wasn't fair of you to mnko
me stay away so long. If I hnd only
known If I had remotely suspected
"You'd have spoiled overythlng of
course. Don't scold ine, son. You'ro
oil I have now, and I couldn't bear to
send for you until you'd had your
fling." Ills trembling old band crept
over and closed upon his boy's hnnd,
so Ann but free from signs of toll.
"It was my pleasure, Hryce," ho con
tinued, "and you wouldn't deny me
my choice of sport, would you? He
member, lad, I never had a boyhood;
I never fcid u collego education, and
the only rul .travel I have over had
wns when I worked my way around
Capo Horn as a foremast hand, and
nil I saw then was water and hard
ships; all I've seen since is my little
world hero In Sequoia and In San
Fninclsco."
"You've sacrificed enough too much
for jne, Dad."
"It pleased mo to give you all the
advantages I wanted and couldn't af
ford until I was too old and too busy
to consider Uiem. IJesldcs, It was
your mother's wish. And you have
enjoyed your little run, haven't you?"
ho concluded wistfully.
"I have, Dad." Hryco's great hand
closed over tho back of his father's
neck; ho shook tho old man with
mock ferocity. "Stubborn old lumber
jack I" bo chlded.
John Cardigan shoot; with an In
ward chuckle, for the loving abnso his
boy had formed a habit of heaping on
htm never failed to thrill him. In
fitlnctlvely Hryce hud realized that
tonight obvious sympathy copiously
expressed was not the medicine for
Ids father's bruised spirit,; henco he
elected to regard the bitter's blindness
ns n mero temporary nnnoynnce, some
thing to bo considered lightly, if nt
all; and It was typical of him now
that the subject bad been discussed
briefly, to resolve never to refer to
it again.
"Tomorrow morning I'm going to
put u pair of overalls on you, arm
you with n tin can and a swab, and
t you to greasing tho skldways.
Partner, you've deceived me."
"Oil, nonsense. If I had whimpered,
that would only hnvo spoiled every
thing."
"Nevertheless, you were forced to
cable mo to hurry home."
"I summoned you tlu) Instant 1
realized 1 wns going to need you."
"No, you didn't, John Cardigan. You
kummoned me because, for tho first
time In your life, you wero pnulcky
and lot yourself get out of hnnd."
His father nodded slowly. "And
you aren't over It yot," Hryco con
tinued, his voice no longer bantering
but lowered affectionately. "What's
the trouble,. Dud 7' Trot out your old
imnic and lot me Inspect it. Trouble
ut he wry real when it gets my
father on M- run.'
LLEY
KYNE
PETER .B.KYNS
"It Is, Hryce, very real Indeed. As
I remarked before, I've lost your
heritage for you." lie sighed. "I
waited till you would be able to come
homo and settlo down to business; now
you're home; and there Isn't any busi
ness to settle down to."
Hryce chuckled, for 1i was Indeed
far from being worried over business
matters, his consideration now being
entirely for his father's peace of mind.
"All right," lie retorted, "Father has
lost his money and we'll have to let
the servants go and give up the old
home. That part of It Is settled; and
wenk, anemic, tenderly nurtured little
Hryce Cardigan must put his turkey
on Ills back and go Into the woods
looking for a job as n lumberjack. . .
Hasted, eh? Did I or did I not hear
the six o'clock whistle blow at tho
mill? Hot you a dollar I did."
"Oh, I have title to everything
yet,"
"How I do hnvo to dig for good
news I Then It nppears we still have
n business; Indeed, we may always
have a business, for the very fact that
It Is going but not quite gone Implies
a doubt ns to Its ultimate departure,
and perhaps wo may yot schemo a
way to retain It. If wo can snve
enough out of tho wreck to Insure
you your customary homo comforts, I
shan't cry, partner. I have a profes
sion to fall back on. Yes, slrree. I
own n sheep-skin, and It snys I'm nn
electrical, and civil engineer."
"What!"
"I said It. An electrical and civil
engineer. Slipped ono over on you 'at
college, John Cardigan, when nil tho
lime you thought I was having u good
time."
"Hu-bu-but "
"It drives me wild to hnvo a man
sputter at me. I'm an electrical and
civil engineer. I tell you, nnd my two
years of travel have been spent study
ing the Installation nnd construction
of big plnnw ubrond."
"My dear boy I And you've got
your degree?"
"Partner, I luivo u string of letters
after my name llko tho tall of a
comet."
"You comfort me," tho old man
answered simply. "I have reproached
myself with tho thought that I reared
you with the solo thought of mnkln&
a lumberman out of you and when
I saw your lumber business slipping"
through my lingers "
"You wero sorry I didn't hnvo n
profession to fall hack on, eh 7 Or
were you fenrful lest you had raised
the usual rich mini's son? If the
latter, you did not compliment me, pal.
1'vo never forgotten how hnrd you al
ways strove to Impress mo with a
senso of tho oxact weight of my
responsibility as your successor."
"How big arc you now?" his father
queried suddenly.
"Well, sir," Hryco answered, for his
father's pleasure putting asldo his
normal modesty, "I'm six foot two
inches tall, and I weigh two hundred
pounds In tho pink of condition. I
have a forty-elght-lnch chest, with five
and n half Inches chest-cxpnuBiou, nnd
a reach ns 'long as n gorilla's. My
underpinning Is good, too; I'm not one
of theso fellows with spidery legs nnd
a barrel-chest. I can do a hundred
yards in ten seconds; I'm io slouch
of a swimmer; nnd at Princeton tliey
say I made football history."
"That Is very encouraging, my boy
very. Ever do any boxing?"
"Quite a little. I'm fnlrly up In tho
manly nrt of self-defense."
The old man wagged his head ap
provingly, and they had reached tho
gJtto of tho Cardigan homo before ho
BX)ko again. "There's a big buck
wods-boss up In Pennington's camp,"
ho remarked Irrelevantly, "lie's a
French Canadian Imported from north
ern Michigan by Colonel Pennington.
I dnro say he's tho only man In this
country who measures up to you phys
ically. Ho can light with bis lists
and wrestle quite cleverly, I'm told.
Ills name Is Jules Uondeuu, and he's
top dog among tho lumberjacks. They
say he's the strongest man In tho
county." Ho unlatched tho gate.
"Folks used to say that about me
once," ho continued wistfully. "Ah,
If I could havo my eyes to see you
meet Jules Kondenu!"
The front portal of the quaint old
Cardigan residence- opened, nnd a
silver-haired lady camu out on tho
porch and hailed Hryce. She was
Mrs. Tully, John Cardigan's old house
keeper, and almost a mother to Hryce.
"Oh, here's my boy I" sho cried, and
a moment Inter found herself encircled
by Hryco's unns and saluted with n
hearty kls.i.
As ho stepped Into tho familiar on-trnnce-hall,
Hryco paused, rulsed his
head and sniffed suspiciously, like a
bird-dog. Mrs Tullyr, arms akimbo,
watched him plenwinibly. 'I hnioll
something," ho declnml, ami advanced
n step down the hall for another sniff;
then, in exact Imitation of a foxhound,
ho gnre tongue nnd started for the
kitchen. Mrs. Tully, waddling nftcr,
found him "pointing" two hot black
berry pies which had a few minutes
previously been tnken from the oven,
lie wns baying lugubriously.
"I'm still a pie-hound, Mrs. Tully,
and you're still the snmo dear, thought
ful soul. How many did you make?"
"Two." '
"May I linve one all for myself, Mrs.
Tully?"
"Indeed you may, my dear."
"Thank you, but I do not want It
for myself. Mrs. Tully, will you please
wrap ono of those wonderful pies In
n napkin nnd the instant George Sea
Otter comes In with tho car, tell him
to take the pie over to Colonel Penn
ington's house nnd deliver it to Miss
Sumner? There's n girl who doubtless
thinks Blie hns tasted pie In her day,
and I want to prove to her that she
linsn't." He selected a card from his
card-case, sat down nnd wrote:
"Dear Miss Sumner:
"Here Is n priceless hot wlld-blnck-berry
pie, especially manufactured In
my honor. It Is so good I wnnted
you to have some. In all your life you
have never tasted nnythlng like It.
"Sincerely,
"Hryce Cardigan."
Some twenty minutes Inter his un
usuai votive offering wns delivered by
George- Sea Otter to Colonel Penning
ton's Swedish maid, who promptly
brought It In to tho Colonel nnd
Shirley Sumner, who wero even then
nt dinner In the Colonel's lino burl-redwood-paneled
dining room. Miss
Sumner's nniazemcnt was so profound
thnt for fully a minute sho wns mute,
contenting herself with scrutinizing ol
ternately tho pie nnd tho card that ac
companied it. Presently sho handed
tho card to her uncle, who affixed his
pince-nez and read tho epistle with
deliberation.
"Isn't this young Cardigan a truly
rcinarknble young man, Shirley?" he
declared. "Why, I have never heard
of anything like his astounding action.
If ho had sent you over an rirmful of
American Beauty roses from his
father's old-fashioned garden, I could
undertand it, but nn infernnl black
berry pie I Good heavens!"
"I told you ho was different," she
replied. To tho Colonel's amazement'
sho did not nppear at all amused.
"Hryco Cardigan Is n man witli the
heart nnd soul of a boy, and I think
It was mighty sweet of him to share
his pie with me. If he had sent roses,
I should havo suspected him of trying
to 'rush' me, but the fact thnt he sent
a blackberry plo proves that he's Just
a natural, simple, sane, original cltl-
jag"1-
1 - S
"I Told You Ho Was Different."
zon Just tho kind of person n girl
cnn have for n dear friend without
Incurring the risk of having to marry
him."
. The Colonel noticed a calm little
smile fringing her generous mouth.
Ho wished ho could tell, by Intuition,
whnt sho was thinking about and
whnt effect a hot wild-blackberry pie
was ultlnmtely to havo upon tho vnluo
of his minority holding in tho Logunn
Grande Lumber company.
Not until dinner wns finished and
father and son hnd repaired to the
library for their coffee and cigars did
Hryco Cardigan ndvert to tho subject
of hlB father's business affairs.
"Well, John Cardigan," ho declared
comfortably. "Supposo you start at
tho beginning nnd tell mo everything
right to tho end. Georgo Sea Otter
Informed me that you'vo been having
troublo with tills Joluiny-como-lntely,
Colonel Pennington. Is ho tho man
who has us whero the hnlr Is short?"
Tho old mnn nodded.
"Tho Squnw creek timber denl, eh?"
Hryco suggested.
Again tho old mnn nodded. "You
wrote mo nil nbout that," Hryco con
tinued. "You had him blocked which
ever way ho turned so effectually
blocked, In fact, that tho only pleas
ure ho has derived from his Invest'
merit since Is tho knowledge thnt ho
owns two thousnnd acres of timber
with tho excluslvo right to pny taxes
on It, walk In It, look at It and admire
It In fnct, do everything except log
It, mill it, and rcallzo on his Invest
ment. It must mnko him feel llko n
bally jackass."
"On tho other hand," his father re
minded him, "no matter what tho
Colonel's feeling on thnt scoro mny be,
misery lows company, and not until I
hnd pulled out of tho Squaw creek
country and started logging In the San
Ilcdrln watershed, did I reallzo that I
had been considerable of a Jnckass
myself."
"Yes," Hryco ndmlttcd, "there cnn
be no .doubt but Hint you cut off your
nose to spite your face."
Ills thoughts harked back to that
first season of logging In the Snn
Ilcdrln, when tho cloud-burst had
caught tho river filled with Cardigan
logs nnd whirled them down to the
bay, to crash through the log-boom nt
tidewater nnd continue out to tho
open sen.
Tho old mnn nppenred to divine the
trend of Ills son's thoughts. "Yes,
Hryco, thnt was a disastrous year,"
ho declared. "The mere loss of the
logs was a severe blow, but In addi
tion I had to pay out quite a llttlo
money to settle with my customers. I
wns loaded up with low-priced orders
that yenr, although I didn't expect to
make nny money. The orders were
merely to keep the men employed.
You understand, Hryce! I hnd n
good crew, tho finest In the country;
and If I had shut down, my men would
have scattered nnd well, you know
how hard it is to get that kind of n
crew together again. Hesldes, I hnd
never fulled my boys before, nnd I
couldn't hear the thought of falling
them then. Ilulf the mills In the
country were shut down at tho time,
and thoro was n lot of distress among
tho unemployed. I couldn't do It,
Hryco."
Hryce nodded. "And when you lost
the logs, you couldn't 1111 those low
priced orders. Then tho mnrket com
menced to jump nnd advanced three
dollars In three months "
"Exactly, my son. And my cus
tomers began to crowd me to fill those'
old orders. I couldn't expect them to
suffer with me; my failure to perform
my contracts, while unavoidable, never
theless would have caused them a
serious loss, and when they wero
forced to buy elsewhere, I paid them
the difference between the price they
paid my competitors and the price at
which thoy orglnally placed their or
ders with me. And tho delay caused
them further loss."
lie smoked meditatively for a min
ute. "I've nlwnys been land-poor," ho
explained apologetically. "Whenever I
hnd idio money, I put it into timber
in the Snn Ilcdrln watershed, because
I realized that somo day tho railroad
would build In from the south, tap
that timber nnd double Its value. I've
not as yet found renson to doubt tho
wisdom of my course; but" ho sighed
"the. railroad Is a long time com
ing 1"
John Cardigan hero spoke of n most
Iniportnnt factor In tho situation. The
cryhig need of the country was a feeder
to some trnnscontlnentnl railroad. Hy
renson of natural barriers, Humboldt
county was not easily accessible to vhe
outside world except from tho sea,
nnd even this nvenuo of Ingress nnd
egress would be closed for dnys nt a
stretch when tlie hnrbor bar was on
n rampage. With the exception of a
strip of level, fertile land, perhaps five
miles wide nnd thirty miles long nnd
contiguous to tho sencoast, tho heavily
timbered mountains to the north, east,
nnd south rendered the building of u
railroad that would connect Humboldt
county with the outside world n pro
foundly difficult nnd expensive task.
"Don't worry, Dnd. It will, come,"
Hryco nssurcd his father. "It's bound
to."
"Yes, but not In my day. And when
It conies, a stranger may own your
Snn Uedrln timber nnd roup tho re
ward of my lifetime of labor."
Again a silence fell between thorn,
broken preseptly by Uio old mnn.
"Thnt wns a mistake logging in the
Snn Uedrln," ho observed. "I had my
lesson thnt first year, but I didn't
heed It If I had abandoned my
camps there, pocketed my pride, paid
Colonel Pennington two dollars for
his Squaw creek timber, nnd rebuilt
my old logging rond, I would have
been safe to-day. Hut I wns stubborn ;
I'd played thogamo so long,- you
know I didn't want to lot thnt man
Pennington outgnme mo. It's hnrd to
tench an old dog new tricks, nnd bo
sides. I wns obsessed with the need
of protecting your herltnge from nt
tack In any direction."
John Cardigan straightened up In
his chair and lnld the tip of his right
Index linger In tho center of tho palm
of his left hand. "Hero wns tho sit
uation, Hryco: Tho center of my
palm represents Sequoia; the ends of
my fingers represent the San Ilcdrln
timber twenty miles soutli. Now, If
the railroad built In from tho south,
you would win. Hut If It built In from
Grunt's Pass, Oregon, on tho north
from- tho base of my hand, the terminus
of tho lino would bo Sequoln, twenty
miles from your timber In tho San
Uedrln watershed !"
Hryce nodded. "In which event,"
he replied, "wo would bo In much the
same position with our San Hedrln
timber ns Colonel Pennington, is with
his Squnw creek timber. Wo would
have the comforting knowledgo thnt
wo owned It nnd paid taxes on It but
couldn't do n dad-burned thing with
ttl"
"Hlght you nrol Tho thing to do,
then, ns I viewed tho situation, Hryce,
wns to acquire n body of timber north
of Sequoia nnd bo prepared for cither
eventuality. And this I did."
Silence ngnln descended upon them ;
and Hryce, gazing into tho open ilro
place, recalled an event In that period
of his father's activities: Old Hill
nenderson had come up to their houso
to dinner ono night, nnd qulto sud
denly, in tho midst of his soup, tho
old fox, hnd glared acrqss nt his host
and bellowed:
"John, I Jienr you've bought six
thousand acres up In Township plno.
Going to log It or hold It for Invest-mentr
-It wns a good buy," Cardigan nnd
replied enigmatically; "so I thought
I'd better tnke It at the price. I sup
poso Hryce will log It some day."
"Then I wish Hryce wasn't such a
boy, John. See here, now, neighbor.
I'll 'fess up. I took that money Pen
nington gnve me for my Squaw creek
timber nnd put It back Into redwood
In Township nine, slnm-bnng up
ngalnst your holdings there. John.
I'd build a mill on tldownteV if youjd
sell me n site, nnd I'd log my tlmbct
If "
"I'll sell you a mill-site, IlllJ, and I
won't stab you to the heart, cither.
Consider thnt settled."
"That's bully, John; but still, you
only dispose of part of my troubles.
There's twelve miles of logging-road
to build to get my logs to the mill, nnd
I hnven't enough ready money to mnko
the grade. Bettor throw In with mo,
John, nnd we'll build the rond nnd
operate it for our Joint Interest."
"I'll not throw In with you, Bill, nt
my time of life. I don't want to hnvo
the worry of building, maintaining,
nnd operating twelve miles of prlvnto
railroad. Hut I'll loan you the
money you need to build nnd equip
tho road. In return you uro to
shoulder nil the grief nnd worry of
the road nnd give mo n ten-yetTr con
tract nt a dollar nnd u hnlfper thous
nnd feet, to haul my logs down to
tidewater with your ow"h. My mini
mum haul will be twenty-five million
feet annually, nnd my maximum fifty
million "
"Sold!" cried Henderson. And It
was even so.
Hryco came out of his reverie. "And
now?" he queried of ills father.
"I mortgaged tho San Hedrln tim
ber In tho south to buy the timber In
tho north, my son ; then after I com
menced logging In my now holdings,
came several long, lean years of famine,
tho market dragged In tho doldrums,
aiuT Rill Henderson died, nnd his boys
got discouraged, and "
A. sudden flash of Inspiration Illumi
nated Hryco Cardigan's brain. "And
thoy sold out to Colonel Pennington,"
ho cried.
"Exactly. The Colonel took over
my contract with Henderson's com
pany, nlong with tho other nssets, and
It was Incumbent upon him, ns as
signee, to fulfill tho contract. For tho
past two years the market for redwood
has been most gratifying, and if I
could only hnvo gotten a maximum
supply of logs over Pennington's road.
I'd havo worked out of the hole,
but "
"He manages to hold you to n mini
mum nnnual haul of twenty-flvo million
feet, eh?"
John Cnrdlgnn nodded. "He claim?
he's short of rolling-stock that wrecks
and fires have embarrassed the roail.
He can always find excuses for fnlllng
to spot in logging trucks for Cardigan's
logs."
"What does Colonel Pennington'
wnnt, pnrd?"
"He wants," said John Cardigan
slowly, "my Valley of the GInnts nnd
a right of way through my land from
the valley to a log-dump on deep
water."
"And you refused him?"
"Naturally. You know my ldons on
thnt big timber." His old head snnk
low on his breast. "Folks call them
Cardigan's redwoods now," he mur
mured. "Cardigan's redwoods nnd
Pennington would cut tjieml Oh,
Bryce, tho mnn hasn't n soul!"
"But I fall o see what the loss of
Cardigan's redwoods has to do with
the Impending ruin of the Cardigan
Redwood Lumber company," his son
reminded him. "We hnvo all the tim
ber we wnnt." ?
"My ten-year contract .hns but one
moro yenr to run, nnd recently I tried
to get Pennington to renew it. Ho
wns very nice nnd socinble, but he
named me a freight-rate for a renewal
of tho contract for five years, of threo
dollars per thousand feet That rate
Is prohibitive and puts us out of busi
ness." "Then," said Bryce calmly, "we'll
shut the mill down when the log
hnullng contract expires, hold our tim
ber as an Investment, nnd live the
simple life until wo cnn sell It or a
transcontinental road builds Into Hum.
boldt county and enables us to start
up tho mill again."
"An enemy has done this
thing and over her grave!"
(TO DE CONTINUED.)
Genius.
The book reviewer of Everybody's
Magazlno drops, somewhat unac
countnbly, Into these rhapsodical re
flections on genius: "It is the queer
est thing In tho world, the most un
exphiinnble. It burns now In the mind
of n tax-collector's son In nnclcnt
Rome, now In a tent-maker of Persia,
now In n livery keeper's son In Lon
don, now In n mixer of pills In a
dreary Norwegian town. Like tho
wind, It 'blowcth whither It llsteth,'
It Is n fire that may not bo quenched,
either by failure or success. And
whether wo know It or not, Its rays
light tho paths of all of us."
Rejecting a Compliment.
A well-known member of the
stock exchnnge, who Is now giving
up tho closo of n strenuous life to
philanthropic efforts, was In his hey
day n tremendous gambler in stocks,
nnd, Incidentally, ho and his pnrtnor
wero rather expert In thq gentle art
of making enemies. Ono of these nc
costed him with tho pleasnnt remark
"Look here, you nro the biggest thief
on the stock exchange." "Ah," was
he nnswer, "It Is evident you do nn
know ruv imrtner " London Tlr.liits
OATS JEST CROP
Statistics Show Advantages
Over Corn Growing.
Oil Comparatively Cheap Land In
Western Canada Farmers Get Rec
ord Yields Cost Per Acre Much
Less Than Corn.
now much more does It cost to
grow nn acre of corn than to grow an
aero of oats? To get a proper com
parison It Is necessary to take un Il
lustration from a farm on which both
crops are grown successfully. An ex
ample bus just been brought to tho
writer's attention of the comparative
cost of growing corn nnd oats on a
Minnesota farm. It Is furnished by
Albert Inmer, n well-known fnrmor In
Cottonwood county. Minn., In nn nr
tlclo which nppenred In the Cotton
wood Citizen.
Mr. Inmer says : "I had a curiosity,
to know how much It would cost to
raise nn acre of oats and corn. To
find out I kept nccount,, during tho
yenr, of the tlmo required nnd tho
ensh expended to grow the nbovo men
tioned crops." Ills figures show thnt
it cost him $31.49 to grow nn ucre of
corn nnd $18.13 l-.'l to grow an acre cf
oats, or a difference of $13.00 an acre
in favor of oats.
Provided the respective crop yields
are not altogether out of proportion to
tho cost of growing tho crop, this
seems to be n good argument In favor
of growing oats. But to grow oats
successfully It Is not necessary to uso
$150 or $200 land. In western Canada
somo of the best oat-growing land In
the world can be bought for about $20
nn ncre. On this land good yields nnd
a high qunllty of grain Is obtainable.
I Fifty to sixty bushels to the acre
In properly prepared land Is n fnlr
average yield for oats In western Can
ada In a normal season but yields of
' up to 100 bushels, and even more, to
the ncre have been frequent In good
yenrs. The qunllty of oats grown in
western Canada is attested by tho fact
that nt all tho international exhibi
tions for many years past oats grown
In western Canada have been award
ed the leading prizes. There Is on
record onts "grown in western Canada
that have weighed as much as 48
pounds to tho measured bushel, nnd
tho dominion grain Inspector Is nuthor-
j lty for the statement that 85 per cent
i of the oats examined by him In west
ern Canada weigh more than 42
pounds to tho measured bushel. Tho
standard weight for a bushel of oata
is 34 pounds.
Samples of these onts weighing up
wnrd of 45 pounds to the bushel nra
on exhibition at the Canadian govern
ment information bureau, located in
various cities In tho United States.
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