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By JOHN R. JKUSICK,
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CHAPTER VIII.—(Continued.)
“You?” cried Captain Falrweather
sharply.
“Yes. If she sails for Juneau from
Seattle In the ‘President,’ I will sail
from San Francisco in the ‘Occident.’ ”
“Would not your presence awaken
her suspicion?”
“Why should it? Everybody is go
ing to the Klondyke now, and why not
I as well?”
“That’s so,” with a craning swallow
which ended in a bow. “Seems all
right. Plan is a good one, but it will
be very uncomfortable to you.”
“I am willing to undergo all the dis
comforts when it is a matter of such
importance,” said Lackland. “I want
two more faithful, trusty men. Men
who will go wherever I send them,
obey every order I give, and keep
still tongues in their heads. Money
Is no object.”
“Well, well!” said the captain, wink
ing and rubbing his hands gleefully;
“that’s talking to the mark; that is
talking just as I like to hear a gentle
man-”
‘What is your price?” asked Lack
land, his pale, white face almost quiv
ering in his intensity.
“Well, they come high.”
“I expect to pay high for them.
How much do you want for finding
two such men for me in the next
twelve hours?”
With a wink and another craning
neck and swallowing bow, he gasped:
“One thousand dollars.”
“I take you up; go bring them at
once.”
“Meet ’em at my boat at midnight
to-night.”
“I will do it and the money is yours
as soon as they are secured.”
CHAPTER IX.
Paul’s Departure From Metlakahtla.
Paul Miller’s discovery that the
white man prospecting on the island
was one of the men who had captured
the hermit, and beyond doubt one of
the four who had robbed him, for a
moment deprived him of speech. He
had his own reasons for not wishing
to be recognized by the man who had
robbed him and attempted his life. He
also had strong reasons for wishing
to have him held a prisoner. He be
lieved the man could unfold the whole
story of the robbery and mystery of
the hermit, and determined to make
him do so before leaving the island.
After a few moments the babel of
voices without ceased, and the crowd
gathered near the house began to dis
perse. The thought then occurred to
his mind that the prisoner, having
been arrested for trespassing, might
be released on his solemn promise
never to return. With this new dan
ger in his mind he started toward the
door, when he was met by Father Dun
can.
“What have they done with the pris
oner?” he asked anxiously.
“He has been sent to the prison to
be detained for a while until certain
mysteries with which he is connected
are cleared up,” said the old man.
“Father Duncan, do you think the
fellow is secure? Do you think there
is no danger of his escape?”
“None whatever. My Indians are
very watchful and careful. They will
obey me to the letter.”
“Then let us sit here and compare
notes for a few moments.”
He seated himself by the old mis
sionary and told him of his rescue by
the mysterious old man of the moun
tains whom he had called the hermit.
Thw he told of the capture of the her
mit, and concluded with:
“This man was one of the three who
seized the good old man and took him
away from the cavern.”
The interest of good Father Duncan
increased, and he shook his head, say
ing:
“This is certainly very, very
strange.” •
“There is a mystery in it all which
I am unable to solve. I cannot com
i prehend who this strange hermit can
be, unless he is the captain to whom
you refer.”
“It looks very much as if the unfor
tunate man was the beloved captain
whose mysterious disappearance has
occasioned so much distress.”
Paul remembered the story which
the ex-sailor, Glum Ralston, had told
him of his captain, and also recalled
to his recollection the mysterious wal
rus hide.
His anxiety to escape from the
island and return to the Klondyke,
where his friends were, was more
than over-balanced by a desire to
learn something of the motives of
the trespasser.
“Mr. Duncan, will your friends see
that he does not escape?”
“There is little danger of his doing
so,” Father Duncan answered. “My
friends are kind and Christian men,
yet they have by no means lost their
native watchfulness.”
Paul had ample proof, in tfme, of
the danger of over-confidence. The
third night after his visit to the jail
he was awakened by a loud noise in
the direction of the little wharf.
There came the report of a gun,
something rarely heard at Metlakah
tla, and he leaped from his bed hur
riedly dressed and ran out upon the
street. At last he met Father Dun
can, whom he found as calm and firm
as usual.
“What has happened, Father Dun
\ can?” he asked.
“Alas! my son, you were all too
good a prophet. The prisoner has
escaped. The wicked are ever cun
ning and watchful, and Satan sleeps
not.”
Pa* gave utterance to a groan,
sank upon a large stone at the side of
the road and bowed his head in his
hands. One more hope, and, in fact,
aDOut the last hope he had, was gone.
Paul remained two weeks longer
with the Metlakahtlas, and then de
cided to leave his dusky friends and
start for the Klondyke.
Father Duncan selected four stout
young Indians to accompany him.
The Indians were well supplied with
provisions suitable for crossing the
mountains, and he and his escort
were provided with dried meat and
compressed bread and hardtack.
The four Indians selected for Paul’s
party were stout young fellows, in
ured to hardship and danger. They
were strong, brave and faithful. The
instructions given them by the old
missionary were carefully listened to
and they promised to carry them out
to the letter.
There is always something en
chanting in a great, deep forest, with
its tall trees clothed in moss and
solemn depths which seem to speak
of divinity. At night in the forest
adds to the gloom, the solemnity and
awfulness of the scene. A camp fire
in the great northern woods, with its
rocks and cliffs, its moss-covered
trees, has something grand in it.
Gathered about a camp fire built
at the base of the mountain range
were five persons—Paul Miller and
his four Christian Indians.
It had been a long, hard day’s
travel, and the poor fellows were
almost exhausted. It was only Paul’s
indomitable will driving him on to
more than super-human energies that
kept him on his feet. He had aban
doned all hope of finding the men
who had robbed him, and now he
longed to get back to the Klondyke,
take another fortune from the frozen
earth, and return to Laura and his
motner.
The faces which ever seemed to
smile at him from the smoke and
darkness gave him courage and hope.
“It has been a long time since I
wrote to them,” he thought. “They
have no doubt given me up for dead.
How sad to cause them grief, and all
through a mischievous yet truthful
message v itten in a fit of delirium!”
He was suddenly roused from his
painful reverie by the falling and roll
ing of a great stone down upon
and across the camp fire, scat
tering the burning brands in every
direction. The great, round bowlder
passed within a few inches of where
Paul sat and between two of the In
dians, but fortunately did not touch
any one. The stone was heavy
enough to crush out life or break
bones had it struck one.
Paul leaped to his feet and the In
dians started up with exclamations
of fear.
“From whence came that stone?”
cried an Indian.
Paul’s first suspicion that some con
vulsion of the earth had shaken the
stone loose from the mountain side
and sent it thundering down the cliff
upon them, but there had been no
perceptible quaking.
While he was still trying to dis
cover the cause, there came another
object rolling down the steep descent
mingled with dirt, fine stones and
snow. It semed a great dark ball,
from which there Issued a human cry.
It rolled to Paul’s feet and stopped.
He seized one of the burning brands
and held it so the flame threw the
light upon the face of the stunned
and half-insensible man, who sat
stupidly gazing about him. The sud
den and unexpected advent of this
stranger was enough to startle the
campers and disturb their wits. The
Indians, starting to their feet, stared
at him in amazement. Paul was
first to recover his speech.
He cried:
“Throw the wood on the fire!”
They obeyed, and the light flashed
up, throwing out a broad red glare on
the scene which illumined the dirt
be-grimmed face of the man who
had tumbled down the cliff. Paul,
starting back, said:
“It is the escaped prisoner, the ab
ductor—the robber—and perhaps
murderer.” He seized one of the In
dian’s muskets and raised it to brain
the scoundrel, but two stout Metla
kahtias seized him and said:
“Nay, brother, Thou shalt not
kill!”
The man who had so suddenly fall
en into their midst was rapidly re
gaining his faculties and by this
time able to speak. He growled an
oath and rubbed the side of his head.
“Where did you come from?” ask
ed Paul.
“From aloft on the cliff,” he an
swered.
“What were you doing up there?”
“Tryin’ to cross. Was any harm in
that?”
“I recognize you as one of the men
who robbed me.”
“Mate, yer off yer course when ye
accuse me o’ doin’ that.”
“You are one of the two men who
seized your captain a few years since
and have made away with him.”
“Yer on the wrong tack again,
mate. I hain’t done nothin’ o’ the
kind, I teli ye.”
“Where is your captain?”
“Don’t know.”
Paul determined to keep a close
watch on the rascal and conduct him
across the mountains to the camp on
the Klondyke, where punishment
would be meted out to him according
to frontier ideas of justice.
Paul bound his arms behind his
back and told him to sit in front of
the Are.
The night passed guarding the
prisoner by turns, and when the day
dawned he was still among them.
Breakfast over and they began to
prepare to ascend the mountain. '
It had snowed considerable during
the night, but toward morning it
changed to a rain and later in the day
a sleet.
The ascent became every moment
more and more difficult. About every
one hundred paces they came to
mountain torrents, fed by the gla
ciers, and augmented by recent rain
falls, which they had to wade, the
cold water often coming above their
knees.
After struggling up a steep ascent
of twenty-five or thirty feet they were
often forced from sheer exhaustion
to rest for a moment, but when they
stopped ever so short a time the
piercing wind cut them to the mar
row, chilled them to the bone and
they were compelled to continue
their course to keep from chilling to
death.
When evening came they were on
the other side of the mountain in a
valley wet, shivering and benumbed
with cold. They had no tent not
shelter, save the lowering heavens
from above. Some dry pine and
scrub oak wood was collected and a
fire kindled. They all gathered about
it to dry their bedraggled garments
and warm their shivering bodies.
They had just made a supper on
dried salmon, moose meat and hard
tack, when they were startled to see
an old man with long white hair and
beard standing on a slight elevation
not far away, gazing at them. He
wore a seal-skin cap, which shaded
his face, but not too much for him to
be recognized by all the camp.
"The captain!” cried the Metlak
ahtlas.
‘The hermit!” exclaimed Paul.
The prisoner gave utterance to a
curse and was bounding away when
a blow from the hermit’s staff sent
him staggering to the earth.
Paul Miller started quickly toward
the hermit, saying:
“Where are you from?”
The old man gave him a piercing
look and answered:
“I am from everywhere, which
means nowhere. This is precious fine
company you keep!” He clutched
his stout staff as Paul approached
and warned him not to come too
close. "I will strike you as I did your
companion if you come too near me,”
he added, in a voice made ferocious
by long years of suffering and disap
pointment.
Paul halted and gazed at him in
amazement.
The old man at last said: “I have
been cheated, deceived, betrayed and
lied to until I have about lost faith
in all men. Can I trust you now?”
“Do you know those men?” asked
Paul, pointing to the Melakahtlas. “If
you know them, you must know they
can be trusted.”
"Yes, they are brothers, but they
have been deceived as often as I.”
One of the Indians approached the
hermit and addressed him in his
native tongue. The old man answer
ed in the same language and grasped
his hand. Though Paul could not
understand a word of what was said,
ke knew from their manner and ges
tures that it had some relation to
the man on the ground.
After a long conversation with the
Metlakahtla the hermit approached
the fire. His face was very grave,
and his brow lowered when he gazed
upon the prisoner. The mien of th6
prisoner had been defiant until he
met the glance of the hermit, then
his countenance fell, and his eyes
were upon the ground.
“Ned Padgett,” said the hermit,
“you will some day receive the re
ward you so much merit; you will die
a dog’s death yet.”
The ruffian gave a sneering
chuckle, but made no answer.
“Have you lived long in Alaska?”
asked Paul, trying to draw the old
man into Conversation.
“Yes.”
“How many years?”
“A great many.”
(To be continued.
FREAK DINNERS A FAD.
Entertainments Where Guests Cook
for Themselves.
Freak dinners are a fad. An or
dinary dinner has lost its charm for
some people who go out much during
the season, and now that Paris has set
its seal of approval on the Corinthian
dinner at which everyone is obliged
to cook something, New Yorkers and
Chicagoans will select this form of
entertainment as a diversion.
In a studio a few weeks ago the wife
of an artist gave one of these cook
ing parties to a dozen guests who
knew nothing of the fun in store for
them when they arrived at the house.
The studio was arranged with a long
table holding a chafing dish for each
person, with some particular viand be
fore it ready to be cooked. Each
guest received a chef’s cap and apron,
and in a short time the dishes were
bubbling and simmering in a promis
ing fashion.
When the meal was cooked it was
served by the men, who acted as the
waiters. Strangely enough, the din
ner in every particular was a success
But cooking has become such a fad
of late that it is considered quite
smart to know how to cook some par
ticular dish in a chafer. The bach
elor apartment feasts, at which the
host acts as cook, have increased the
desire for culinary knowledge, as
these occasions prove very enjoyable
to those used to more formal enter
taining.
Millet’s House to Come Down.
The Paris mansion of Millet, the
creator of “The Angelus,” is being
torn down to make room for modern
flats. It was one of the landmarks of
the French capital.
THE PARTY’S POLICY
SIGNIFICANCE OF THE IOWA RE
PUBLICAN PLATFORM.
Position Taken by President Roose
velt Upheld—Chicago Inter Ocean
Points Out Meaning of Several
Planks adopted by Convention.
—»' ■ --
The platform unanimously adopted
by the Iowa Republican state conven
tion contains several clauses of pro
found Interest to those Republicans
whose attitude toward Theodore
Roosevelt is critical, not to say hos
tile, and who labor under the delu
sion that they are making him unpop
ular by trying to thwart his policies
and by decrying his efforts to enforce
the_ laws. Here are some of these
clauses:
"We indorse his recommendation as
to the reciprocity with Cuba and be
lieve this policy necessary to preserve
and complete the beneficent work we
have done in that island, and that it
will be mutually beneficial.”
Here is a hint upon which those
members of congress, including some
from Iowa, who listened to the voice
of Oxnard and the sugar trust Instead
of to the voice of Roosevelt and the
people, would do well to ponder:
"We indorse the policy of reciproc
ity as the natural complement of pro
tection and urge its development as
necessary to the realization of our
highest commercial possibilities.”
Here is a deliverance upon which
those who suggest that Theodore
Roosevelt is "unsafe” because he up
holds the policy of Blaine and McKin
ley would do well to reflect.
“We rejoice that the firm and en
lightened policy pursued in the Phil
ippines has secured peace, and that
the work of education, civilization and
development has begun.”
Here is a statement which those
who think they can stay in the Re
publican party and still give aid and
comfort to its enemies and the na
tion’s would do well to consider.
“We assert the sovereignty of the
people over all corporations and ag
gregations of capital. We cordially
indorse the position of President
Roosevelt in appealing to the courts
to secure regulations that will control
great combinations. We approve the
determination of President Roosevelt
to enforce the laws wherever violated
without prejudice or favor.”
Here is an indorsement upon which
the Hanna-Elkins group in the sen
ate, which began to conspire against
the president as soon as he began to
inquire into the legality of the North
ern Securities company, may chew se
riously and with profit.
And all these groups of critical Re
publicans may well ponder and digest
the fact that all these things for
which they blame the president are
by the representatives of over 300,000
voters of the great state of Iowa set
forth as his shining merits, and lead
them to this conclusion:
“We declare our confidence in the
leadership of President Roosevelt and
our fealty to his administration. We
look forward to his election In 1904
as a foreshadowed event demanded by
the popular will and one that will
maintain the national prosperity and
conserve every national interest."
The voice of Iowa is the voice of
Illinois, of Indiana, of Michigan, of
Wisconsin, of Minnesota, of Kansas,
of Nebraska, of New York, of Ohio,
of Pennsylvania, and of all the great
states that make Republican presi-'
dents. It is the voice of the Amer
ican people, and the critical Repub
licans would do well to hear and heed.
—Chicago Inter Ocean.
Searching tor an Issue.
Ex-Secretary Vilas urges that the
tariff issue shall be revived and put
to the front. This was Mr. Cleve
land’s counsel in his New York
speech. It is the last resort of those
who can see nothing else to suggest.
It is based partly upon the old denun
ciation of protection as the creator of
monopolies and combinations, and
partly upon the claim that, whatever
may have been true in the past, the
existing tariff rates on various
articles are no longer necessary. But
the trouble with this issue is that
under the existing tariff we have had
the highest domestic prosperity and
the largest foreign trade we have
eVer had. Industry has far-out
stripped all previous development,
and commerce is stretching out its
arms in every direction. With busi
ness thus active and labor well em
ployed it is impossible to make any
popular outcry on this subject. The
people have too vivid a recollection
of the disastrous consequences of the
last Democratic tinkering with the
tariff to invite its repetition. Turn
which way they will, the Democratic
leaders find no issue on which they
can hopefully fight.—Philadelphia
Press.
Matters of Pressing Moment.
Mr. Shaw says that the reciprocity
speech of Mr. McKinley at Buffalo has
been misrepresented. In what way,
and by whom? Is it the secretary’s
opinion that Mr. McKinley on that oc
casion laid down merely an academic
proposition? The speech is very far
from encouraging that interpretation.
Mr. McKinley not only declared for
reciprocity, but gave it as his opinion
that the time had arrived for the in
auguration of the policy by the United
States. There seems to be the fullest
warrant for the belief, Indeed, that
had he lieved he would have embodied
in his annual message to Congress a
recommendation that an Immediate
start be made in that direction. Does
Mr. Shaw hold differently? If so, his
views at some length on that point
would be read with very great interest
by the country. Reciprocity and a
limited tariff revision are matters of
pressing moment, and the Iowa Re
publicans enjoy the credit of being
leaders in the movement.—Washing
ton Star.
General Prosperity.
The man was fortunate in his lan
guage who spoke of "McKinley as the
advance agent of prosperity." The
expression has been made the sport
of Democratic and Populistic orators
who by long custom have come natur
ally to look upon the dismal side of
things. Republicans have their view
of the business situation and believe
that principles preached and practic
ed by the party have helped and not
obstructed the nation in its forward
march to an increased business. They
have been in power and their party is
not one to evade responsibilities
either for success or defeats. The
prosperity over all the country Is bo
splendid that Republicans are proud
of the share they have had in it.
In the financial world during the
past week there was a healthy
growth. The increase in the bank
clearings was nearly three per cent.
The grand total of the bank clearings
reached $2,029,796,712. These figures
indicate no stringency in the financial
world. The increase in the clearings
was large in the cities located in the
Middle West. None of them report a
decrease.
The railroads are doing a heavy
business. Their carrying capacity is
taxed to the fullest extent. In not
a few Instances freights have to be
delayed for want of cars, and this,
too, before the great grain crops of
the west have fairly begun to move.
Hie farmers' business is in good
shape throughout the nation. R. O.
Dun & Co. say: "Bright prospects in
agricultural sectious far outweigh the
adverse influences which are still re
tarding trade and manufactures.”
All of the great factories are run
ning on full time to meet the de
mands, and in many cases orders are
not filled at once, but are filed to
await their turn. There never has
been a time when the great factories
were so presed with work as they are
now.
The slight cessation of business for
the summer has about passed and
people are getting ready for the fall
rush. The volume of business in
this country for the next four months
promises to be unprecedented. For
that time prosperity will be a record
breaker.—Terre Haute Tribune.
The Farmer Finds This a Good Fence
Not a Trust Panacea.
The instances In which tariff revi
sion aimed at trusts would find an
other target might be multipled. It is
not as a trust panacea that tariff re
vision appeals to the more enlight
ened students of economic questions.
The question for present statesmen is
to abandon tariff schedules that are
not necessary to preserve the life of
home industries and to utilize this
tariff reduction in the securement of
similar reductions on the part of other
countries which will benefit the Amer
ican export trade. The word used to
define this measure of statesmanship
is reciprocity, and the men who have
given it indorsement Include Blaine,
McKinley, Roosevelt and many others.
—Baltimore Herald.
Trusts Can Be Regulated.
Trusts and combinations can be reg
ulated by a federal law and federal
supervision, as suggested by President
Roosevelt. They can be made to show
their accounts, their real monetary
standing and responsibility, but they
cannot be destroyed if we remember
that change of name or even in some
degree of method will not change the
thing itself, if half the time given by
speakers and writers to advocacy of
destroying the trusts were devoted to
formulating a practicable scheme of
regulating them, there would be an
appreciable gain for the country in in
creased public realization that the
trust question can be dealt with effec
tively only by dealing with it temper
ately.—Boston Transcript.
Old and Worn.
Our Democratic contemporaries
would have us repose in the sweet be5
lief that they are valiantly fighting
the trusts, but when we read their
editorials we are forced to the con
clusion that they have simply dusted
off some of their old free trade argu
ments and are now attempting to
foist them upon the country In a
new guise.—Waverly (Ohio) News.
Too Much Prosperity.
‘‘You complain of being half
starved on account of the high
prices! Why man, you are making a
fortune off your truck farm.”
‘‘That’s jest it. I can’t afford to
eat any of my veg’tables when they’re
wuth so much in the market, b-goshl”
—Chicago Tribune.
Where Labors Are Legion.
On the farm where mixed farming
Is followed, the labors are indeed le
gion. This is the one objection
against this kind of farming. Yet it
Is the safest kind of farming for the
farmer that has small capital. The
farm devoted to the raising of one
kind of produce is Indeed easy to
manage, but it is too much of a lot
tery to be safely conducted by a man
of Bmall means. The farmer that
follows mixed farming can spread his
labors over a whole year rather than
compress them into a few brief
months. He can thus employ all of
his time and eliminate the factor of
idleness. This item of idle labor is
Indeed a great one and is frequently
the cause of failure. The man that
devotes his efforts to the raising of
one kind of crop can indeed rest for
months at a time, but the idleness
does not benefit him and he frequently
pays for it heavily in the lack of suc
cess. We have heard of farmers that
declared that wheat raising was the
only thing mat suited them, as it left
them much of the year in which to
loaf. The man that figures in that
way stands little chance of making a
success of farming. The man that fol
lows mixed farming is always find
ing some crop that pays him well
each year. Though one crop may be
poor in quality and low in price an
other i i certain to be the reverse. The
diversified farm is the one on which
we build most of our hopes.
Weeds.
One of our most distinguished agri
cultural professors says that weeds
are friends of the farmers. They
cover the barren land and keep It open
and moist. They catch the fertility
with their roots and thus save It from
leaching away. Some time ago Profes
sor Bailey of Cornell purchased a 200
acre farm that was overrun with
weeds. He got It cheap on that ac
count. The weeds grew rank and tall
and the professor regarded himself
as having a great bargain. He plowed
the weeds under and thus began to
bring the land back to Its original
state of fertility. The weeds made
Just so much green manuring. Among
the weeds are many of great value to
the land, such as the vetches. They,
add nitrogen to the soil. In a state
of nature the soil is kept supplied
with nitrogen largely by the many va
rieties of legumlnoBae that are found
In all localities. The weeds purify
the air by taking in carbonic acid gas
and by throwing off oxygen. This is
true till they begin to decay, wheD
they take in oxygen and throw oft
the carbonic acid gas. In that condi
tion they are supposed to be a menace
to healtn, though It may well be
doubted If the carbonic acid gas la
large enough In volume to affect
health. The best way tq get rid of
weeds Is to sow blue grass seed
wherever the weeds are grown.
Killing Brome-Grass Sod.
A government bulletin says: On
lands where frequent rotation is de
sired smooth brome-grass should not
be sown. Its creeping rootstocks re
semble to some extent those of the
common touch, or quitch-grass, and
for this reason It Is not so easily killed
by turning under as the more common
grasses used In rotation. Up to the
present time the seed has been so
scarce and expensive that few farm
ers who have secured a good field of
the smooth brome have felt Inclined
to destroy the sod, so that our know
ledge on this subject Is'limited. The
results of Investigations carried on
along this line at the Minnesota Ex
periment Station and the Manitoba
Experiment Station at Brandon, prove
that the sod could be thoroughly and
successfully killed. It was found by,
these stations that a crop of hay can
be harvested and taken from the land,
and If the sod was plowed over im
mediately afterwards and backset In
September, that at the latter date the
grass would be all dead. When the
grass was allowed to ripen seed, how
ever, It was found that the new shoots
at the base had gained such a foot
hold that when the sod was plowed
under at this stage it was not killed
at the time of backsetting in the
fall.
A Newly Imported Weed.
Professor Moore of the Wisconsin
Experiment Station sends out the fol
lowing warning relative to a newly
imported weed of the mustard family:
"I find growing in the newly seeded
Turkestan alfalfa plats at the station
a plant which belongs to the mustard
family and may become an obnoxious
weed. It is not a native of this coun
try, but was undoubtedly brought from
abroad with some of the imported
Turkestan alfalfa seed. The blossom
at the plant is of a lighter Bhade than
the native mustard, and the leaves are
not so rough and hairy. A strong,
disagreeable odor is given off, which
Is very perceptible. All farmers
growing alfalfa for the first time
should examine their fields at once,
ind if the above described- weed is no
ticeable, pull or cut in order to pre
vent going to seed. If the alfalfa was
3own with a nurse crop, cut the crop
tor hay; if sown without a nurse crop,
pull all plants and destroy. Where
the acreage is too large to pull con
veniently, cut with mower. The alfalfa
will come on readily after cutting, and
no detrimental effects will be notlce
ible.” __
The lesser things of life are the
ones we can Te&6t afford to lose.