,
THE STORY SO FAR: Bound for the
Chibougamau gold country, six men lost
their lives on the Nottaway river. Red
Malone. Garrett Finlay, brother of one
ef the six, and Blaise, half-breed guide,
arrive at Nottaway posing as surveyors
at at at
INSTALLMENT FOURTEEN
to investigate. Murder Is suspected. It
Is thought that Isadore, rich fur man,
has made a gold strike and alms to
keep prospectors out. On the way to
the Hudson's Bay post they visit Isa
dora In his palatial home, and meet
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Lise, his stepdaughter. Answering an ap
peal from Lise, Finlay is ambushed. It
develops that they are Mounted Police
officers. The party visits McNab. Hud
son's Bay trader. Red falls In love with
Thistle, McNab's daughter,
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*‘I don’t think you’ll come back.
Constable Malone, good man as you
are! It’s too bad—too bad! Poor
Thistle,” McNab said.
“I wanted to be honest with you
and tell you, myself.”
Isadore’s canoe was out of sight
when Blaise and the fretting dog
stood beside the loaded Peterboro.
Near them Finlay talked with Mc
Nab of the message leaving for the
•teel in the morning. Then the stock
ade gate opened and Red and Thistle
walked slowly toward the shore. Mc
Nab turned his head winking hard
at the sudden moisture in his eyes.
‘‘What a pair!” said Garry. “She’s
a lovely girl, McNab. I’ve worked
with him for five years, now, and
he’s a man, every inch of that six
feet three.”
“Wnat a pity, Sergeant! If you’d
only wait for help—only wait!"
Finlay smiled and shook his head.
Walking slowly Red and Thistle ap
proached. She was laughing now,
laughing up at him through misty
ayes.
“Just like him!” thought Finlay.
They stopped near the canoe and
Red had her two hands. She flung
back her red-gold head and gazed
hungrily into his face while he
talked.
“Come now!” they heard him say.
“Chase the clouds out of those blue
eyes! I want to see you smile again
before I go. Show your dimples,
Lady! Laugh just once more for
Red!”
She caught her breath as she
amiled up at him. oblivious of them
all, then flung her arms about his
ceck. “I can’t let you go, Red!”
she sobbed. “You’ll never come
back! They’ll never let you come
back to me!”
The others turned away as she
clung to him. Later, until the post
buildings faded from the sight of
those in the canoe, a flutter of white
in the clearing marked where a
.girl waved her farewell.
CHAPTER XIV
Two days later the canoe had
passed through Lake Olga of the
chain of large lakes and was on the
Quiet Water below the Montagnais
camp on the island.
“There’s the lop-stick spruce Da
vid told us to look for!” announced
Finlay.
“Ah-hah! David say dat chain of
lake lie a mile sout’ of here,” said
Blaise. “We portage to de lake and
pass round de Indian waitin’ on de
riviere, den follow outlet of las’ lake
to Waswanipi.”
In the morning they started pack
ing the canoe and provisions through
the spruce, tamarack and Jack-pine,
spotted with hardwood, to David’s
chain of lakes.
Blazing a trail as he traveled,
Blaise had reached the first lake
•with a backload and was returning to
pack the canoe through with Finlay
when he met the sweating Red
bowed under three bags of flour.
Red went on and shortly saw wa
ter shimmering through the trees.
He was close to the shore when he
heard a movement ahead of him
In hardwood scrub.
Porcupine, likely, he thought, and
kept on.
Then dry twigs snapped in front
of him. He lifted his head and
looked. Taking deliberate aim with
his rifle stood an Indian. Malone
pivoted on his heels. With a twist
of his head and lift of his shoulders
he dropped his backload as the In
dian fired. There was a thud as
the bullet struck the rolling top bag.
With a lunge Red was buried deep
In a clump of small fir.
The windless forest vibrated with
silence. The Indian who had fired
on him could not be far but the
brush was so thick he could see
nothing. So Red decided to stalk
him. With his heavy pistol in his
teeth he hunched foot by foot on
his elbows until his range of vision
had increased to twenty yards.
Around him lances of sunlight
thrust through the treetops splash
ing the underbrush with gold. Still
the bush was as soundless as a
vacuum. Then a squirrel chattered
from somewhere in front and Red
smiled. “Ah, there you are!”
He wormed along in the direction
of the sound. Then he stiffened sud
denly where he lay. Back in the
forest rose the guttural “craack
craack!” of the northern raven.
Red’s eyes snapped as he nodded his
head. Shortly the croaking was fol
lowed by a dismal “kooer-kooer!”
“Montagnais, say your prayers!”
chuckled Malone! “There’s a cara
jou hunting you! That was no raven!
That was Blaise’s signal!”
Again Red inched his way through
young fir and hardwood. But he
saw nothing.
Once more the “kooer-kooer!” of
the raven startled the forest—much
nearer now and followed by a me
tallic "klunk!”
But Red could not answer. He
was too close to deceive Indian ears.
“They’re growing nervous! They
don’t like that old raven moving in
on their rear. He’s got them guess
ing. If I could only get a shot, I'd
•tart a stampede.” But Red’s eyes,
lancing the undergrowth, found no
target.
Then, from deep in the forest
drifted the familiar yelp of the aire
dale on a rabbit trail. Flame and
Garry! Sweat burst from Red’s
brow. They must be warned!
There was a sudden movement in
the bush. Red lifted his head to
catch the fluttering of young ftr tops
as a dark shape moved through.
Once, twice, the .45 roared. Two
rifles crashed back in reply. Twigs
flew from the saplings where Malone
had knelt. But he was already yards
away under new cover.
“Thank God! That will stop Gar
ry!” he panted. "There’re three of
them, at least, but they’re worried.
When Flame shows up there’ll be a
circus.”
Again the "craack-craack!” of the
raven bludgeoned the silence. Near
er now. For a space the stillness
beat painfully on Malone’s eardrums
as he lay nursing his pistol. Then,
in the soundless forest lifted a
scream that was cut off short as if
steel jaws had clamped on a throat.
Red heard a movement in the
brush and, rising, saw a disappear
ing shape. He fired; fired again.
There was the “b’rang!” of a Lee
Enfield, the savage challenge of
Flame, then the muffled snarls of a
dog closing with his enemy; Tight
ened cries mingling with Garry’s
commands: “No, Flame! Let him
up Let go, Flame!”
Malone thrashed back into the
bush to find Finlay holding the mad
“I can’t let you go, Red!”
dened airedale away from a young
Indian sprawled on the ground.
‘‘You’re all right, Red? They didn't
hit you?” cried Garry. "Flame
had this boy down when I reached
him!”
Nursing his bitten arm, the young
Montagnais lifted frightened eyes to
the giant who glared down at him.
“It’s all right!” soothed Garry.
“We won’t hurt you!”
“Where’s Blaise?” demanded
Red. “I didn’t get a clean shot but
I was afraid you’d walk into them,
so fired anyway to warn you. How
many were there?”
“This one and two others, 1
think,” replied Finlay, lashing
Flame to a tree and starting to ex
amine the shaking boy who watched
him with the eyes of a dog.
“Where are you, Blaise?” called
Malone. “What was that yell?” Red
found Blaise beside a limp shape
in the brush.*
“Ah-hah!” Brassard was study
ing the grimacing face from which
glazed eyes stared at the sunlit tree
tops.
“Recognize him?”
“Ah-hah! We see heem at de is
lan’ at head of lake.”
“He’ll drink no more of Tete
Blanche’s whiskey. What was that
scream?”
Brassard opened and closed his
steel fingers in a significant ges
ture. “Dat fallar run into de old
raven.” The slits of eyes in his
granite face glittered. “De raven
squeeze him wid his claw.”
“Pity it wasn’t Batoche or Tete
Blanche!”
Garry bandaged the boy’s lacerat
ed arm while Blaise assured him in
Cree that he was safe. Slowly re
covering from his terror the fifteen
year old lad told Brassard his story
in Montagnais. He had been forced
by his older brothers to join the
party Tete-Blanche had sent to
block the Quiet Water. They had
decided that it was a bank beaver
they had heard the night they fired
on the Peterboro but Isadore had
returned from Matagami the day
before and had doubled the night
guard on the river. He, Joe Pa
tamish, and the two men lying there
in the scrub had packed the canoe
to the lake that morning to hunt
moose. When they saw freshly cut
birch on the shore, they had landed
and found Brassard’s bags and foot
prints. So they had decided to am
bush the next man over the trail.
Patamish had no gun. They had
brought him to help carry the meat
and the canoe. He had nothing
against these white men and wanted
to run away. But his companions
had threatened to shoot him if he
didn’t stay. When the firing began
he had started to run but the dog
had pulled him down.
“Ask him if he believes we've
sickened the children with the evil
eye as Kinebik says,” suggested
Garry.
The boy’s black eyes glanced at
his carefully bandaged arm, then
lifted to the faces of the white men
and his keen face lighted in a
smile. “No,” he said to Blaise,
“this white man saved me from his
dog and bound my arm. He would
not sicken children.”
“That’s the lad, Joe Patamish!”
applauded Finlay. “There are
brains under that mop of hair. Tell
him, Blaise, he’s going with us but
until we’re sure he won't run away,
we’ll have to tie him up. This kid (
is going to be useful.”
“He’ll be very useful,” he added.
“Now let’s get the canoe and the
rest of our stuff across this carry.”
But the boy had not finished his
story. As he talked the furrows
cut deep into Blaise’s face.
He made a clicking sound with his
tongue as he gravely shook his head.
“What does he say?” demanded
Garry.
“Dere was big fight at de lsian !
Chief Wabistan kech Kinebik and
Tete-Blanche wid whiskey for Mon
tagnais. Michel Wabistan and two
odders was shot Der is moch trou
bl’ for Chief Wabistan.”
“Poor Michel!” said Finlay. “He
was a good boy! Well, Mr. Isadore,
you’re rolling up the score against
yourself!”
“Joe Patamish say, al-so,” con
tinued Blaise, “dat Kinebik make
big medicine w'en de August moon
is round.”
"Red, we’ll be there! Now, men,
let’s get going!”
Through the following night three
silent men pushed the Peterboro up
Waswanipi bound for their rendez
vous with Chief Wabistan.
Malone, whose invincible opti
mism tolerated no thought of defeat,
was deep in dreams of a red-gold
head' and a pair of laughing eyes
back at Matagami.
But as their maple blades put
mile after mile of the sleeping lake
behind them, in the harassed brains
of Finlay and Blaise there was small
hope of winning out as only through
some miracle of chance could they
hope to checkmate the red hunters
inflamed by Tete-Blanche’s whiskey
and Kinebik’s magic.
Joe Patamish had told them that
most of the young men had left the
fishing camps and joined Kinebik's
crusade to save the children. Only
a handful of Wabistan’s relatives
and friends had rallied around the
chief. And Finlay realized, bitterly,
that if he should manage to hang on
until the arrival of the police plane,
he would be no nearer his goal. He
had come to find the men responsi
ble for the disappearance of Bob
Finlay and the others. He had found
them but he still had no legal proof
of their guilt. And how, with the
Montagnais out of control, could he
hope to arrest and hold Isadore and
Tete-Blanche even for breach of the
Indian whiskey law? They’d laugh
at him, wipe out his party and dis
appear, as McNab said, into the
muskeg of the Bitter Water. In his
message to headquarters he had
asked for a police plane by Septem
ber first to carry his prisoners south.
That plane would arrive too latt.
Sergeant Garrett Finlay and Consta
ble Malone would then be beyond
need of help. And Lise! What would
happen to the girl he had promised
to see safe at Matagami—who had
stormed into his heart that day on
the beach? He choked back a groan
as he thought of the love that haa
come so strangely into his life. What
would become of Lise?
They slept all day hidden in the
timber of the point where Wabi
stan was to meet them. That night
a canoe slid into the beach. Finlay
took the old man’s bony hand.
“You have lost your son. I am
sad.” Garry said.
"My son and my people have left
me! The heart of Wabistan is sipk.
Now his knife is sharp like an ea
gle’s beak. His gun is loaded.”
“You must eat first," said Fin
lay, “then let us talk over our pipes
beside the fife which is hidden from
the lake.”
As they ate Moise Wabistan and
his father gave to Blaise in their
native tongue the story of their find
ing Tete-Blanche and Kinebik at a
Montagnais camp and of the fight
that followed.
“Dey say,” interpreted Blaise,
"de Montagnais was drunk and
would not listen w’en dey tell dem
Kinebik was a false shaman and
work for Isadore. De ole chief start
for Kinebik wid his knife! Tete
Blanche shoot Michel and dere was
ver’ bad time. Dere was too many
man for Wabistan and his fre’n’
to fight and dey leave.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Prints Make Their Appearance
With Bright Floral Patterns
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
nELCOME the new prints!
They are gay, they are lovely,
they are everything you want them
to be in the way of chic and refresh
ing novelty. It’s going to be a
most exciting time for prints from
now on. Not only are they putting
in a much earlier appearance than
usual, but they are strikingly novel
in both color and design.
Smartly in keeping with the vogue
for bright touches to add warmth
and color to the winter wardrobe,
charming rayon prints are appear
ing in such an out-of-the-ordinary
assortment that they set a new high
in zestful color and originality.
Speaking of the unusualness of
new print design, you’ll be thrilled
with the charm of the new lace
prints which fashion enthusiastical
ly features this season. They are
simply stunning! In some instances
the lace motifs are so strikingly
realistic it almost seems as if they
were appliqued to their background.
However, you will find it is really
artfully printed patterning. Many of
these lacy prints are combined with
gorgeous florals.
It is just such lavish lace designs
as pictured to the right in the fore
ground of the group illustrated that
are calling forth ohs and ahs from
print-seeking enthusiasts. Here the
patterning captures the delicate
tracery of lace paper doilies and the
color glory of chrysanthemums for
a striking print design on fine ace
tate rayon jersey. The styling of
this winsome midseason dress con
veys a message of soft draping and
a very important message it is,
too, for the newer silhouettes are
making a feature of slenderizing
drape technique.
An outstanding treatment found
in the new prints is that of wide
spaced, brilliant florals that con
trast vividly against navy or black
grounds. Such designs as scat
tered rose or tulip prints vie for
popularity with extravagant mix
tures of many-colored exotic blooms.
See the stunning dress worn by
the figure seated on arm of chair,
as shown to the left in the picture.
The luxurious rayon crepe used
for this newest and smartest of aft
ernoon dresses glories in an ex
quisite flower and feather pattern
ing in many colors. This deftly
draped and molded-to-the-flgure
frock is a typically last-minute crea
tion which answers the question of
what’s new for immediate wear.
Centered in the picture above is
a charming print design of immense
parma violets giving an exquisite
handpainted effect to the softly
draped flat rayon crepe that fash
ions this graceful, full-skirted frock.
Watch for these handpainted effects,
which are stunningly achieved with
multi-color bouquets or single flow
ers spaced widely over backgrounds
of fine rayon crepe in solid tones.
Be on the lookout, also, for the
new and fascinating feather prints.
Soft plume effects are being im
portantly featured; also graceful
palm fronds That look very tropical
when green widely-spaced ferns or
palms are printed on white grounds.
Other important prints that take you
into the realm of small, bright ef
fects carry interestingly diminutive
plumes, formalized medallions and
curlicues, or exotic paisley pattern
ings.
(Released by Western Newspaper Union.)
Crocheted
To give the smart fillip to your
appearance you really should wear a
touch of crochet somewhere about
your costume, now that crochet has
grown to be one of the most out
standing words in the present-day
fashion vocabulary. Why not cro
chet a beret as pictured above, the
original of which was shown in an
all-crochet fashion show recently
sponsored by the National Needle
craft bureau?
For the smart beret here shown,
Wanda Kofler, a designer noted for
her artistry and skill in crochet, uses
two shades of pink mercerized cot
ton. Worn with a cerise colored
crepe afternoon dress, it makes a
smart ensemble for a luncheon or
bridge engagement.
Plastic Bags
Surprise and delight await those
who first see the new handbags made
of woven plastic thread. With the
possible shortage of other materials
plastics are definitely “in."
‘Ballerina" Dress
Delights the Young
As a compromise, here is an eve
ning dress that looks festive but not
too formal. It is a new type of
frock—the ballerina dress, which
has recently made its appearance
in the fashion picture.
As its name implies, this new
frock is full-skirted and ankle
length. It really is a forerunner of
the short-length evening dress.
Young, pretty and so new is this
dainty dress. The prettiest of ma
terials go into its making. Lovely
prints yield beautifully to the bal
lerina silhouette. Perhaps most
charming of all are the ballerina
dresses made of lace. The bodices
that top the ballerina skirts are pur
posely styled with the utmost sim
plicity, have short sleeves, fit snug
ly and add to their lure with deep
cut square or heart-shaped neck
lines.
A most significant sidelight on the
ballerina vogue is that the junior
and teen-age girls are so fascinat
ed with the idea they are adopting
the fashion for daytime dresses of
gay chintz and crisp cottons.
New Sweaters
Luxury-type sweaters are taking
on most dazzling details for evening
wear. It’s a good plan to have one
or two sweaters in reserve They
play such a varied and helpful part
in either your afternoon or your
really “dress-up” wardrobe, with
short skirts or the long evening
skirts.
Lisle Mesh
Here’s your answer to the hosiery
problem! It’s smart lisle hose in
flattering mesh—perfect with your
daytime woolens and tweeds. Fa
vorite colors are cocobark, brown
butter and honeycomb. If you pre
fer fine plain lisle without mesh, it
is now available in all leading
stores.
By VIRGINIA VALE
(Released by Western New.ipjper Union.)
Michele Morgan, the
French actress who will
make her American film de
but in RKO’s “Joan of Paris,”
will take to the South Seas
in her second picture. That
is, she will unless some new
twist of world affairs makes
the South Seas undesirable
as a background for a pic
ture. Nowadays, so many changes
have had to be made in a hurry in
so many scripts that motion picture
executives are prepared for any
thing. Anyway, Miss Morgan is
slated to do “Challenge to the
Night"—a South Seas romance.
-*
Madeleine Carroll has had to do a
bit of plan-changing herself. She
was determined to go back to Eng
land, you know; had got a year's
leave of absence and was set to
go home and entertain troops or do
anything else that would be useful.
As soon as “My Favorite Blonde"
was finished she'd be on her way.
But our entrance into the war has
changed all that; she’ll stay here,
and probably play a lead role in
“Her Perfect Mate.”
-*
Metro’s writers seem to be turn
ing Robert Taylor into a tough guy,
making him discard his genUeman
ly ways for two guns and a swag
ROBERT TAYLOR
ger. He was a vicious killer in
"Billy the Kid,” and in "Johnny
Eager" he emerges again as a cruel
gangland leader. Even slugs Lana
Turner!
-*
"Dumbo," Walt Disney’s latest
feature, has been voted one of the
ten best pictures of the year in a
nation-wide poll of junior film crit
ics, conducted by the National
Board of Review. "The Little
Foxes” and "Citizen Kane" were
also included.
--
Paramount's going to make
"Wake Island" an all-star picture;
it is being written by W. R. Burnett,
author of “Little Caesar” and
"High Sierra," and was suggested,
of course, by the gallant fight put
up by the marines on the tiny Pa
cific outpost.
-*
Dorothy Lamour has 60 new
spring hats! She won them—the
California Millinery guild voted her
America’s Best Hatted Girl, and do
nated the bonnets as a reward.
Maybe they just wanted to make
sure that she wouldn’t join the hat
less brigade, that's giving the na
tion’s milliners so much to worry
about.
My •
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Come weal, come woe, Edward
Small goes right on filming those
swashbuckling tales of Dumas.' The
latest, “The Corsican Brothers,"
with Douglas Fairbanks Jr. playing
both of them, was given its first
showing at Washington, D. C., with
practically everybody of impor
tance on the invitation list.
-*
Elizabeth Wayne, the Mutual
chain's young American represent
ative in Batavia, Dutch East In
dies, is the envy of many veteran
newsmen and broadcasters. After
being on the air only seven months,
she suddenly found herself in a
most important spot. She's a free
lance journalist, and was writing for
local Batavian newspapers when
the Dutch radio chain, Nirom,
asked her to broadcast to America.
Since then she has been heard regu
larly over Mutual.
From now on you’re likely to hear
any of 14 dialects in any language,
spoken by anyone from 18 to 80, on
the "Joyce Jordan—Girl Interne”
radio serial. The reason is the fact
that Luis Van Rooten has joined the
cast. He’s been signed to play a
straight role, but how in the world
can a script writer resist making
use of his amazing talents as an
imitator?
-'■&.
ODDS AND ENDS—Bat O’Brien
and Brian Donlevy are teamed in Co
lumbia’s “Trinidad,” with Janet Blair
malting her screen singing debut—she
was the vocalist with the late Hal
Kemp's dance band A film trade
paper reports that Gene Autry has risen
to second place in national film popu
larity . “Tarzan’s Secret Treasure”
will soon be released, and “Tarzan
Against the World” has gone into pro
duction Lew Ayres has given up
that idea of making a picture in China,
naturally; he’ll make “Fingers at the
Window” next, forsaking Dr. Kildare’s
Stethoscope.
Farm
Topics
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RATE EACH COW
TO VALUE HERD
Animal Must Be Checked
For Replacements.
By W. T. CRANDALL
(Professor of Animal Husbandry,
Cornell University.)
Every dairyman should know just
how good each of his cows is; lack
of knowledge makes for waste in
feeding and poor judgment in se
lecting herd replacements,
The use of milk scales every day
for every cow will show the farmer
the true value of his cows over a
period of months.
With knowledge of daily produc
tion, the farmer can vary a cow’s
ration to meet her needs, and thus
avoid any waste of costly concen
trates. Often the man who feeds
is not the man who does the milk
ing, and the only way he can feed
properly is to study the daily pro
duction record of each cow.
By feeding grain carefully to each
cow according to her needs, it may
be possible to increase the total
herd production, even though con
siderably less total grain is fed.
In some herds, where several men
do the milking, a daily production
chart usually stimulates the men to
do a more thorough job of milking.
It becomes, in a way, a measure of
their efforts.
Check the milk scales periodically
for accuracy, and make sure they
are hung in enough light to be read
easily. Put the daily production
chart near the scales, and see that
it Is kept clean and easily read.
Farm Electrification
Still Relatively Low
Although under the government
program rural electrification in this
country has made striking progress
in recent years, the number of farms
using electrified agricultural equip
ment has remained relatively low.
according to the department of com
merce.
It is estimated that at the present
time more than 2,000,000 farms, or
approximately 35 per cent of the
country’s total, have access to elec
tric current. The proportion of
farms served by electricity is high
est in the northeastern and extreme
western states and lowest in the
southern and Great Plains states. In
Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Con
necticut, New Jersey and California,
five out of every six farm homes
are now electrically lighted.
A recent survey of families served
by Rural Electrification administra
tion systems in 33 states showed that
89.7 per cent had radio receiving
sets; 85.3 per cent had irons, 55 per
cent washing machines, 41.8 per
cent electric refrigerators, and 21
per cent vacuum cleaners. On the
other hand, only 18.4 per cent re
ported electric water pumps, 16.5
per cent utility farm motors, 10.5
per cent poultry lighting, 8.2 per
cent cream separators, and 1.1 per
cent milk coolers.
The results of this nation-wide
survey, are significant of the po
tential market, not only for house
hold appliances but more particular
ly for electrical farm equipment.
U. S. Silk Production
Has Many Barriers
The current shortage of silk
brings to mind the fact that Cor
tez imported silkworms and mul
berry seed into Mexico back
in 1522. Nothing much came of
that.
Attempts have been made to
start a silk industry in the United
States since the days of the first
settlers. The U. S. department of
agriculture carried on experi
ments in silk production for some
years but discontinued them in
1908 when the venture failed to
show promise.
Brazil has had some success in
producing silk but even there the
production is far below domestic
needs.
The main barriers to silk pro
duction in the United States are
the large amount of hand labor
required in caring for silkworms
and the expense of the reeling
process by which the cocoons are
unwound and the strands blended
to form threads.
Increased use of cotton and of
the silk substitutes, such as rayon
and nylon, are expected to take
the place of silk in the domestic
field. So far no substitute has
been satisfactory for parachutes
and powder bags for large cali
ber guns.
Rat Racketeers
Rats are real racketeers on farms,
in the opinion of T. H. Parks, ex
tension specialist, Ohio State univer
sity, who says these rodents cost
the average farmer $40 annually in
damage done besides being a car
rier of diseases.
Community campaigns to rid
premises of rats are most effective
because the rodents travel from
farm to farm. Poison baits can be
prepared cheaper per unit in large
quantities than in smaller amounts.
