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Cradle of Htimarn Race Is Located in Yucatan Although reports from the Isthmus of Panama made by returned Ameri cans who have encountered difficul ties in extending the work of the vast canal indicate that the spot is now anything but a “garden of Eden,” there constantly is developing evidence to prove the assertion of scientists that this apparently God-forsaken neck of land was the cradle of the human race. In the religious rites ot the people there are traced by archeolo gists references to the first known members of the human race, and in the ruins which are being constantly uncovered and restored is being found further foundation for the claims of those who seek to discover the secrets of the ages. Archeologists have often amused the world with curious speculations on the puzzle as to whether the Isthmus of Panama really is the cradle of the human race, but now there comes from mysterious Mexico the definite discovery that down in Yucatan the Turkish language is this very day spoken almost in its purity by certain native tribes. These tribe's are not mongrel immi grants. They are the simon-pure na tives of the very heart of ancient Mex ico, that Mexico which still in secret worships the sun and the stone ser pent and sacrifices its maidens upon stone altars; that Mexico where a regiment of Diaz’s soldiers sent now and then vanishes as silently as the mist. • The students of the University of Campeche, who, under the encourage ment of the Mexican government have gone deep into the subject of Maya antiquities, have just taken a pure-blooded Turk to the tribes ol the interior and found to their utter amazement that he could converse fluently with the natives, who until twenty years ago probably never knew that there were white men in the world, save as Toltec tradition had brought them the story of the god Coaxacoahtl. Thus a flood of new light is cast upon the problem by which students may go on to fresh discovery. And thus.'moreover, the theory of the noted Le Plongeon, once a theme for mirth, that here in the isthmus and not in Asia was the cradle of the race 3s given new force and substance. New Discovery Important. This has long been a current belief among the men who have lived in these ruins and devoted quiet years to the study of them, such as Ste phens, Norman, Maudsley and the un assuming Austrian. Maler. who came to Mexico as a young lieutenant in the train of the ill-iated Emperor Maximilian. But until this recent discovery no broad and definite proof was had. The Spaniards found in the Mexi can speech words for many things which coincided with their own and wondered at it. Travelers and Curi ous-minded people of the Pacific slope marked that the Indians and Chinese had many words in common and that Spanish, which is half Arabic, re sembled them both. This was easily explained in a way. The Arab speech, like that of Persia, was Mongolized 1 oy the conquering hordes of Tamer- ! ■ane and Gengliiz Khan, who swarmed “astward to ail the coasts of the Medi- ; terranean. The Arabic that was taken to Spain was tinged with Chinese. In i Mexico, the wise meu have reasoned, j •t met again with its own kind. The narrow passage of Behring strait has always served as an explanation. It is probable that this discovery of the students of Campeche university will throw light upon another of the most baffling puzzles with which mod ern archeologists have had anything to do. The Egyptian sphinx, symbol of si lence, has given up its secret; the JFLrjsrJ- OT J^LL/LCE -R.T tHiCHru -Itzx. pyramids have surrendered their royal dead. The strange writings of Susa and Persepolis are as plain to {he scholars of to-day as a dry goods store “ad.” But before the ruins of ancient Mexico, hidden as many of them are in the depths of almost im penetrable forests, the lone white man has stood dumb and helpless. Ruins Older Than Egypt’s. They are older than Egypt. They go back to the period of primitive men, for thus far all the excavation into their miles of masonry has never revealed the existence of an iron or steel implement. Their innumerable workmen carved those towering fa cades and squared the millions upon millions of wall and stair and founda tion stones with chisels of obsidian. But how they built! In the mythology of Yucatan. Hon duras, Chiapas, and Tehuantepec there stands forth clearly the legend of Cain, and Abel. The whole story of Genesis is here written, the entire symbol system of the isthmus coin cides in perfect detail with that shown in the later relics of Asia. The rela tionship of this ancient, vast, but as yet unplaced life of the isthmus with that of Asia and northern Africa is plain. Its greater antiquity is also plain. That it was coeval with the great submerged Island of Atlantis, which furnished the story of Noah and of which the West Indies and Azores once mountain tops, alone remain to speak, is practically proven by inter nal evidences, but how this civiliza tion, of which not even a dim tradi tion remains among the present in habitants of the land, made its way into the eastern world, this is a ques tion for which the scholars, who ever since the Spanish conquest have been delving into the mystery, have had as yet no answer. Le Plongeon traced Freemasonry through the Egyptian mysteries and the ceremonials of the Brahmin back straight to Yucatan. Even the caba listic phrases used by the priests of Egypt and in the most profound rites of every mystic cult in Asia he found in the Maya, inscriptions of Uxmal and Chichen-Itza, ruined cities of the isthmus. Ruined Cities Give Up Secrets. In the temple ruins of Uxmal Le Plongeon found part of what had once been the statue of a priest. Over the dress was an apron and carved in relief upon it was the symbol of the extended hand, so well recognized among Masons of the day. This symbol of the open hand is a prevalent one throughout all the Maya ruins. In the Casa de las Mu jeres (“House of the Women”), in Uxmal, and in other places, there are dadoes all around the stucco walls, formed by the impress of women’s hands which had been dipped in the brilliant dye of the sacred colors, blue green and red. The lines of these lit tle long dead hands are still as clear as if they had been pressed there yesterday and no feature of these stu pendous ruins brings to the explorer with more force the marvel that here confronts him. These mighty temples tower Into the blue sky. Upon their pyramids, with their endless terraces of solid masonry, their wonderfully carved facades, rich in all forms of symbolism and ornament—facades which succes sive dynasties superimposed, one out side the other, as may be seen at any transverse break in the massive walls—the splendid burial monuments rear themselves amid masses of vines and orchids and tropical trees, the in sects and burrowing animals turn up bits of ancient pottery, the same ter ra cotta that the taciturn natives carry to and fro to-day, and with the self-same ornamental designs. But when one has clambered over it all and pored over the unintelligible in scriptions and shuddered amid the rubble under the crumbling walls and stood upon the pinnacles where of old the astrologers of this lost race stud ied the mysteries of the stars—when it is all done you go back down into those silent chambers, where in the dawn of things women learned mys teries which propriety holds up its hands at in our day, and look in the fading light at the primeval record of the hands upon the wall. The Aztec civilization which Cortez found in Mexico was amazing, but it was savage. It was, with some im provement, the civilization of the northern Indian races, who in recent times, in an archaeological sense, had come southward and driven out the Toltecs. Underneath the City of Mexico itself, only lately, a buried city has been found. The Aztecs knew their forbears came from the north and had been dominant in Mexico for 3,000 years. The present Indians of southern Mexico are a Toltec race. Their only traditions regarding the ruins is that when their ancestors, the predecessors of the Toltecs. being driven from their homes in the north, had come into the isthmian country they found the ruins very much in the same condition they are now in and took them for dwellings. The ancient civilization of Peru, on the other hand, correlates with that of the Quiches, admittedly the most ancient people of the isthmus. The belief of the best authorities is that the Peruvians, whose engineering works and tem ples and wealth were the wonder of the Spanish invaders, and who, as their records show, had been driven southward by more warlike races, were really the builders of these tem ples of Yucatan. Of the sixty-two ruined cities of Yucatan proper the most important, or. at least, the best known and most fully described, are those of Izamal, Mavapan, Ake, Acanceh, Uxmal, Tikul and Kabah, all centered in the north west corner of the peninsula round about Merida, the capital, which it self stands upon the ruins of Tibu; Chichen-Itza, about midway between Tikul and the east coast, and Labna, Nohbecan and Potonchan, in the Campeche district. Hate-Evil Colson Discovered. The story of Hate-Evil Colson and the overshoes, as told in the Herald on a recent Sunday, recalls to mind another story of this same itinerant cobbler, who half a century or more ago was known throughout the length and breadth of Maine. He had applied for lodging, as was his custom, at the home of a farmer, and was given a “shakedown” on the kitchen floor. Along in the middle of the night his host heard a disturbance In the kitchen—a rattling of the stove and the splashing of water. Going softly down the stairs, he discovered Hate-Evil, in the dress of Father Ad am, sousing his underclothing, first in "a tub of scalding water and then in one of cold water, and muttering to himself: “Sudden heat and sudden cold will kill the devil!”—Boston Her ald. A Lesson In Fly-Killing. There is one youth on the north side Who will never again enjoy the somewhat doubtful pleasure of killing flies if his mother can reach him fifst Daring the summer she purchased a brush and George had often seen her killing flies on the windows. The other day she chanced to be near the library, when she heard a crash. Hastening into the room she discov ered George looking in wonderment at a hole in the window, from which radiated cracks in every direction. “George, what are you doing?” de manded the mother, almost tearfully. “Tilin’ flies, mother,” was the in nocent reply as the little fellow ex hibited a substantial hammer.—Pitts burg Dispatch. Burned Hi* Trousers Up. After he had donned the garb of an Indian warrior to take part in an op era given by amateurs In the Tingue opera house, Harry Barnes, a society man, folded his trousers and hid them in the furnace. Later the janitor touched & match to the furnace waste, and the trousers went up in smoke. With a young woman waiting to be escorted to her nome, Mr. Barnes’ predicament can be imagined. He was obliged to wait until a late hour and scramble home | in his Indian togs.—New York World. | Wrote It Small and Hung It High. In one of our suburban towns lives “Bill,” a man of droll disposition, but attentive to his duties as baggagemas ter. At the station one day a travel ing man saw him pick up a glittering object from the ground. It proved to be a diamond scarf pin of considerable value. Some conversation ensued be tween them in regard to the find, but was interrupted by the arrival of the train. Several weeks later the traveling man had occasion to again visit at the same station, and, seeing “Bill,” said: "Well, did you find the owner of the pin?” “No,” was the answer. “Did you advertise?” “Yes, but I writ it small and hung it high.”—Boston Herald. Imported Cigars. Key West sent to the North the first six months of this year about 15,000,000 cigars; Porto Rico threw in to the United States during the same period about 40,000,000 cigars, while there came from Cuba during that time 25,000,000 cigars ELETHAftT SAVED THE BAB^ Lena, the biggest of the perform ing elephants in Fairyland, now show ing at Paterson, N. J., indulged both her maternal instinct and her sense of humor recently in a manner which threw a large audience into panic. A tiny girl of three, unobserved by the crowd, had crawled beneath the barrier and stood just within the ring. So little was she that she was entirely out of range of the trainers in the center. But as she delightfully clap ped her b;iby hands at the marching and counter marching of the,huge beasts the watchful Lena saw and marked her, first, for removal from harm’s way, and, second, for^the nec essary maternal discipline, which should prevent a recurrence of the danger. Lena's small eyes twinkled with amusement as, leading her fellows, she approached the venturesome baby for the second time. The little one looked up into her face with an en chanting smile, but the elephant nev er hesitated. She shot out her trunk, wreathed it about the child's body and in a second had whirled her high in the air. An instant the spectators saw the little girl's fluttering skirts and caught her frightened cry; the next one she was whirling through space. Women shrieked with terror and hid their eyes. The trainers dashed to the place where the child lay, ex pecting to find her crushed and dead. Instead she was as safe from harm as though cradled in her mother's arms. Lena, with unerring sagacity, had tossed her upon a soft, grassy spot, and had handled her so gently that not a bruise was to be found upon her. The child shed a few alarmed tears and then promptly for got the incident. When a search was made for her parents none could be found. The child was apparently alone and had wandered into the show unnoticed in the crowd. She was taken to the police station, where she was later claimed by her father, Frank Spinel iyr. The child, whose name is Josie, had slipped away early in the even ing. Her parents were greatly terri fied when they learned of her peril.— New York World. CREDIT DVE WELSH REVIVAL In the street of a Welsh village, says Mr. G. T. B. Davis, in an interesting article entitled “Wales Revisited,” in the Sunday Strand, I addressed a po liceman, who told me that St. Mark's Fair, in a neighboring town, at whicti he had been present a few days be fore, had heretofore been a scene of drunkenness and debauchery. The young men and maidens from farms in all the surrounding district annual ly gathered together on that day, and in former years the policemen 1 1 been kept busy in stopping fights and quelling disturbances. This year, how ever, he declared there had not been a single disorderly scene. Instead a prayer meeting lasting several hours was held In the principal church of the village in the afternoon, while at night an open air gosped meeting was held, followed by a great revival procession through the town. While I was talking to the policeman several large breaks drove by filled with young people returning from a fair at another village, and they were as happy and joyous a group of young j men and maidens as one would wish to see. As we looked at the smiling, shouting people the policemivn re marked that if I had stood there a year before I would have witnessed a very different sort of spectacle, as the young folk rode homeward in a drunken, swearing condition. One of my most interesting experi ences during my journey of investiga tion was what may be termed a revi val journey on a revival train. It oc curred during the forty miles of my homeward journey after leaving Mr. Roberts. To my surprise and delight I learned that the engine driver, the fireman and the guard of the train were prominent leaders of the revival movement in their respective chapels. The engine driver, Mr. R. Williams, told me with pride that he was a dea con in the Welsh Calvinistic Methodist church. He began driving on an en gine on the London and North-West ern railway at nineteen years of age, and is now nearly fifty-nine, having been driving almost forty years. PE/fAffG WTUffG TtAIJ^y SEASO/f A resident of Penang thus describes the rainy season there: “Our rains have set in with all their attendant comforts and discomforts and they make one feel something like Robin son Crusoe when he made up the list of his blessings and evils. The plant ers are all rejoicing- and are putting out their seedlings and cuttings and generally doing all they should do. The bullocks are beginning to fill out those ugly hollows between their ribs and about their flanks, for the grass on their limited pastures is growing rich and rank and these patient, h&lf starved beasts profit by it. Our trees have all put on new coats of brilliant green and the whole place wears a newly washed appearance very com forting after the dusty dry season, in which our soup tastes gritty and a piece of bread and butter seems to have had a bit of sandpaper glued on the butter side. But even our rains have their disadvantages. “When I come home, thoroughly wet and disgusted with everything, and go to bed immediately after dinner, the roof commences to leak and I have to get out and shift the bed. I interview the landlord in the morning and he tells me roofs can’t be repaired in the rain and that in all probability as soon as the tiles swell the roof will become watertight of its own accord. That doesn't cure either my lumbago or rheumatism, and when I take my bath I discover we are on the Ader Itam water service and have to bathe in pea soup. ‘T mention the fact to the municipal president over a stengah at the club and hi says: ‘My dear boy. I'm on the same service and have been comb ing mud out of my hair for a week.’ This doesn’t make me feel any cleaner. The lizards on the ceiling are waxing fat from the insects which are driven into the house by the rain and I no tice that the soup at dinner seems to have more body in it from the same sause. This does not improve my tem per.” FIHE WO'RSHIV AAD ‘BOflFI'RES A peculiarity of fire worship not unnaturally consists in that element being treated with the greatest re spect, and any act which could in any way be considered as polluting it is strictly forbidden. For example, a conscientious Parsee never smokes. Much more, then, is anything in the way of sacrifice of a living thing ta booed, and we must look elsewhere for the origin of the Bel fires which were up till recent times a common custom in the Orcades, in Wales, and in other out-o-the-way parts of Great Britain. The reader will remember the expression "passing children tbhough the fire” used in the Old Testament to describe a particularly abominable and culpable form of idol atry. There seems to be little doubt that the blameless, if rather risky, game played by children round these fires may be directly referred to that old Phoenician institution, only in its old form the child did not pass through the flame and emerge safely on the other side, as do the boys who jump over the Bel fires to-day, but was burnt to death as a sacrifice—not, however, to Baal but to Moloch. Still, as the two deities were intimately connected, and as accuracy as to minor details was not a strong point with our remote ancestors, it was nat ural enough that the idea of the fire should be transferred from the “hor rid king” to his equally repulsive ally, Baal. A different kind of fire, better known to most of us. has a very mod ern origin, the responsible cause be ing another king, a most unpleasant character, but not a diabolical deity. I refer to bonfires, the original name of which was “bone” fires, so called because they were lighted by Henry VIII.’s agents to destroy the bones of saints and other relics found in the pillaged monasteries and churches. —“Origins of the Commonplace,” in the Grand Magazine. t TALE OF CAIlftEGIE'S BOYHOOD A broker sneered at the recent story of Andrew Carnegie’s reputed declara tion that his epitaph was to be “That’s d—d white of Andy.” “Mr. Carnegie is a wise roan, not a fool,” said the broker. “It is true that he has done in his time odd and re markable things. All those things, though, had a wise purpose behind them. The purpose of such an epitaph as ‘That’s d—d white of Andy’ could only be to evoke ridicule. "I once visited Dunfernline, Mr. Car negie’s birthplace. They told me there a story about him that illustrated the tenacity and perseverance of his child hood—his bulldog determination to ride down every obstacle and reach his end. ••it seems that at the little Uunfer line school the master called Andrew I up one day and asked him how much seven times nine was. "The boy, unable to hit on the an swer immediately, began to go over the entire table. " ‘Twice nine is eighteen, thrice nine 1 is twenty-seven, four times nine is thir ty-six, five-’ “But the master interrupted, impa eiently. “ ‘No, no,’ he said. ‘Give me the an swer straight off.' "After some thought the boy began ; again: ! " ‘Twice nine is eighteen, thrice nine is twenty-seven, four times-’ ’ “ ‘No. Straight off,’ repeated the master. ‘ “ ‘Haud yer gob, man,’ the boy cried, passionately. ‘Ye’ve spoilt me twice, ' an’ do ye want to spoil me a third ‘ * time?’ ”—Cincinnati Enquirer. HEWS THE CHA.MVlOff EATE'R \ i A few years ago, in a small Rhode Island town, a political club had a pig supper. After it was over a few of the members were arguing about how much a man could eat. Mr. Reed, the postmaster of the town, offered to bet $10 that he could get a man who could eat a whole roasted pig- Mr. Raraeay, another member, promptly took the bet, the match to take place the next evening.. The next morning Mr. Reed met “Sam" Waller, who was always hun gry, and asked him if he thought he could eat a roast pig. “Sam” said he thought he could if he was hungry. Mr. Reed walked all day with him, oarer mentioning anything to eat un til they arrived at the club house. The table was placed in the middle t of the hall, and the members were seated in the gallery, and were told to keep quiet, so “Sam” would think ( he was alone. Mr. Reed had the pig , cut up and made into four large pies. ( One by one Sam devoured them, until ] the four were gone. Then, to show the i members what an appetite his man had, Mr. Reed brought in more food, which “Sam” ate and seemed a little i more satisfied. 1 After he had finished eating this i Mr. Reed said: “Well, ‘Sam,’ do you t want any more?” “Sam” leaned back in his chair and whispered: “No, don’t bring any more, or I will not be able to eat the pig.” i uoctonng Trees With Chemicals. More than a year ago we called at tention to the fact that a certain com pany of men were selling to the farm ers a process for doctoring trees with i chemical compound, says the Far mers’ Review. The plan was to bore i hole in tne tree ana insert in it some kind of a mysterious compound. Generally the loading agent of the company went to the orchard, bored the hole in the trees himself and in serted the compound. He claimed that this would protect the trees from all kinds of blights and all kinds of in sects. He charged for his work 50 cents per tree, but liberally allowed the orchardist to pay half down and the rest some months later. The ab surdity of the thing should have pre vented farmers from taking up with the scheme. We published a warning at the time these men entered the field. Soon we began to receive letters from Michigan saying that the agents were working there and that thou sands of trees were being treated by them, in a visit to southern Michi gan the editor of the Farmer's Review discussed the matter with many orchardists and with the director of the substation at South Haven. Mr. Farrand as well as other experienced orchardists warned the fruit dealers to beware of the fraud, but the agent had persuaded so many of them that many hundreds of orchardists purchased the treatment from the agent. In one county alone 30,000 trees were treated, 'inis represented *15,000, of which half was paid down, the agent thus receiv ing *7,500. i-dier a lew trees were treated on the experimental farm and the com pounds were actually taken out and analyzed by the experiment station men. The compound was found to con sist of some very simple chemical, a chemical which could in no way affect the health of the tree. The thing was a swindle pure and simple. It was re ported that the agent never returned to collect the other 50 per cent. It is probable that he never will attempt to collect it, and it is further probable that he never intended to collect it. It proved a mistake, however, to allow trees to be treated on the ex perimental farm, as it gave these agents an opportunity to say when they went to the eastern states to be gin their work that the process had been tried and approved at the Mich igan station. We hope that this lesson, though costly to the fruit growers of soutnern Michigan, will prove of some value to other fruit growers that may have the opportunity to waste their money upon the same kind of treatment. The idea is not a new one and has been worked in various forms in dif ferent parts of the country for a great many years. As it has proved so ex ceedingly valuable to the men who claim to know the secret, it is certain that they or others will continue to work it from time to time in various parts of the country. Give the Trees Enough Room. It pays to give each tree all the ■oom it needs, whether this tree be i fruit or a shade tree. All the years i have lived on a farm I have noticed the great mistakes made by my neigh bors in this regard. I once had a neighbor who went into the raising jf small fruit and also set out an jrchard. He did well with his small 'ruit, but partly failed with his tree ’ruit, for the reason that he set the rees too close together. He had only t few acres of land at most and want sd to make the most of each acre; so he set the trees about a rod apart, rhey made a splendid growth of wood ind foliage. Whcc people would drive last the house, they would be heard o remark what a fine-looking orchard t was, the trees being very thrifty ind shading the ground. But that was ust the trouble: they were too thrifty, rhe apple tree that takes cm the ehar icteristic of the shade tree is of little falue for apples. It is too busy de veloping foliage. This man was sorely disappointed with-his orchard, and in a few years ifter it should have been in bearing rot around to cutting out some of the rees. But the trees were badly set lack by the early habits they had ormed. They were more set back by he heavy trimming it was necessary o give them before they would start o bearing. But they did start, in the ■nd. The wood that was produced by he first trees was just so much lost rrowth so far as apple production was :oncerned. I have observed that it is the uni versal experience that it does not pay o cramp trees. Give each tree all he room it needs, if fruit is wanted. -Minnie Lacker, Brown Co., 111. Wounds on Fruit Trees. An eastern fruit grower says-. Vounds of any considerable size ibould be given a coating of paint or lome other durable substance. A suit Lble dressing must possess two dis inct properties. It must check the weathering of the wound and prevent he growth of bacteria and fungi, and t must be of such a nature as not to njure the surrounding bark. The [ressing is of no value in the healing if the wound, except as it prevents lecay. For general purposes, a white ead paint is most satisfactory. It is n antiseptic, and it adheres closely o the wood. Wax, shellac, tallow, etc., .re lacking in both respects. Bor ieaux mixture would be an admirable naterial for this purpose if It were nore durable. Fall pigs are very unpopular with he farmers. This is because they sel lom make money out of the fall lit ers. The cause of this failure is the ack of facilities for taking care of ’oung pigs in cold weather. Phosphorus is not so easily lost as re nitrogen and potassium; as it is ield in the bones of our animals, and lost of these get back to the land in ome form. The "sound of the school bell” often falls on the ear,” but it never causes ny injury. Dairy Associations. Dairy associations have been of im mense help to the country. They have more than anything else stimulated the production of milk and butter, and have secured for the producer of these articles lower rates on the railroads than could have been obtained in any other way. Considering the small size of these associations the work accom plished has been remarkable. Very few of the state dairy associations have more than two or three hundred actual members; in some cases the actual members do not exceed one hundred. There are a great many members that pay their yearly fee for the mere sake of having their names on the membership roll. In numerous cases these are agents of dairy supply houses, butter colors and otjier com mercial interests connected more or less remotely with dairying. The small number of members have, how ever, the support of the farming popu lation. They are looked upon as some thing of a parliament, where great policies are discussed and adopted. When the representatives of these as sociations come before the state legis lature, the members of the legislature realize that these men stand for many thousands of dairymen in their states. Were this not so, the National Dairy Union, an association composed of but a handful of men, could never have forced the oleomargarine laws through Congress. The Wisconsin Dairymen's Association, about thirty years ago, took up the matter of railroad rates. They sent one of their leading officers to Chicago, and he spent days in con ferring with the men of the railroads passing through Wisconsin. He ob tained a rate which, for lowness, was unheard-of in those days. He also ob tained the use of refrigerator cars for shipping Wisconsin butter and cheese to Chicago, New York and other east ern points. The results were imme diately felt in Wisconsin and through out the entire West. It was the Illi nois Dairymen’s association that really created the existing state pure food commission. It fought for years to get the bill that created the commis sion through the legislature. The good work accomplished will go on from year to year and from generation to generation. Yet in spite of the great v* 0.0 UUUC, UU UUUVt'UllUU Illinois dairymen exceeds a hundred or so of actual members. I think the farmers everywhere should encourage the formation of dairy associations. I also believe they should lose no oppor tunity in attending the meetings >f dairy associations. It has been a n it ter of remark that the farmers living near the meeting places in many cases seem to ignore entirely the existence of the associations and the holding of conventions, even when these conven tions have been held in localities noted for their dairying industry. Sometimes the audience has been composed of people from beyond the boundaries of the county, with but a sprinkling of the local farmers. The farmer that has the opportunity to attend a dairy convention almost without expense to himself can afford to sacrifice two or three days of the time on his farm for the sake of being present at the meet ings. The amount of information that he will obtain will be worth vast ly more to him than the amount of work that he can do in the same time. —John Stinson, Bureau Co., 111., in Farmers’ Review. Feeding Apples to Cows. At this time of the year, when the small apples from the orchard are be ing sorted out and disposed of as by products, it is a practice for many farmers to feed some of the wormier apples and small apples to the cows. A limited amount fed each day will prove of great help to the animals, al though there is no great amount of nutriment in the fruit. The great value comes from the presence of the fruit acid in apples; yet in the feeding of apples great care is needed. Large apples should not be given to cows whole; in fact, it is better if all apples of medium to large size are cut in two before being fed. Many a cow has been choked to death on large apples. One boy, known to the writer, started to feed a hungry cow apples. She was so eager for the fruit that she tried to swallow one whole to make room for some more. An apple of unusual size became fixed in her throat. It was only by vigorous work on the part of the owner of the cow that she was saved. He put both hands on her throat and worked the apple down whole. A good way to feed apples is in the form of pomace, which is the remainder of the apples after the cider has been pressed out of the ground mass. This pomace con tains a small amount of nitrogen, a very small amount of potassium and some phosphorus. The vegetable sugars are also present. The phos phorus is to a large extent locked up in the seeds, and is not likely to be liberated unless the seeds with the other pomace, is mixed with hay which will retain them in the large stomachs and compel them to go through their usual modes of diges tion. Brewers’ Grains vs. Distillers’ Grains. Both brewers’ grains and distillers’ grains are on our markets, and the dairyman frequently asks himself which he will find more profitable to feed. This is a question that will pay any dairyman to study, as the prices vary so greatly that he can sometimes feed one to advantage and sometimes the other. While distillers’ grains con sist mostly of corn, brewers’ grain con sists largely of barley. Although bar ley is higher in protein than corn, yet after the brewing has been done, the grain contains more carbohydrates, that is, fat-forming material, than the distillers’ grains. For ordinary feed ing, therefore, brewers’ grains are less valuable than distillers' grains, but the prices of those two are generally far apart. When dried brewers’ grains have been selling at $20, dried distil lers’ grains have been selling as high as $28. The loss, therefore, is on the side of feeding distillers’ grains at those prices. It is evident, however, that there should be some adjustment of prices in the market.