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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



Mar. 1 



late getting home. He declared the best 

 way to punish them for disobeying his posi- 

 tive command was to make them get up at 

 the usual time. He may have been right; 

 but let me beg of you, dear fathers and 

 mothers, beware how you choose any meth- 

 od of discipline that breaks the needed rest 

 of these young ones God has placed in your 

 care. 



Last, but not least, Alice, with her won- 

 derfully loving disposition, was married and 

 became a mother several years too soon. If 

 I in my advice about marriage have induced 

 any boy or girl to get married while in the 

 "teens," I want to take it back. No man or 

 woman should think of assuming the sacred 

 and S'llemn obligations pert .ining to married 

 life until such person ijas arrived at full ma- 

 turity. 



Almost the last time I saw Alice she came 

 over to our "cat>in in the woods " when Mrs. 

 Rout and I were getting ready to leave for 

 Ohio. I was burying some choice potatoes 

 that I wanted to plant up there the next 

 spring. Alice had grown taller, and thicken- 

 ed up, until she was quite a strong healthy- 

 looking girl of perhaps 16 or 17 / pronounc- 

 ed my potato-pit ready for winter. She took 

 exceptions to my work. 



"Mr. Root, your potatoes will all freeze if 

 you leave them that way. I am 'an old ex- 

 perienced hand ' in such matters. Give me 

 that spade." 



I attempted to remonstrate, but she laugh- 

 ingly declared she would take the spade 

 away from me unless I handed it over I 

 shall always remember with what grace and 

 skill she made a neat-looking potato-pit. I 

 remember wondering at the time if some 

 young man had not already gotten his eye 

 on her. She was then "fetching up " as it 

 were, after the hard work of childhood, and 

 was just about to "bud and blossom" into 

 glorious womanhood; and it was just about 

 this time, or a little later, that she married. 

 Ask Terry; ask the doctors and our great 

 humanitarians what they think about mar- 

 riage at such an age. At barely 20, when she 

 ought to have been a blessing to the world, 

 she was laid under the wintry sod, leaving 

 two little motherless girls. 



May God in his great mercy help us to 

 learn the lessons he is striving to teach in 

 this present age of progress, especially the 

 lessons in regard to these frail bodies he has 

 given many of us to care for. 



Gen«e/ne/i.— Enclosed find check for $2.00. Please 

 send two copies of "How to Keep Well and Live 

 Long," by T. B. Terry, to the addresses inclosed. I 

 have enjoyed reading mine so much that I want two 

 more copies for these friends. 



Stroudsburg, Pa., Feb. 2. W. H. Truslow. 



The above is one of the characteristic letters we are 

 getting regarding Terry's book. Our fir.st supply of 

 these was exhausted in less than two weeks from the 

 time the first notice appeared. We were obliged to 

 keep some of our friends waiting a few days before 

 the second lot was ready, but we have now another 

 good stock on hand. In all our experience we have 

 seldom found a book selling at $1.00 or more that has 

 been so favorably received as has this book; and from 

 no one have we had a single word of complaint regard- 

 ing it 



Poultry 

 Department 



By a. I. Root. 



GETTING EGGS IN ZERO ^' EATHER BY MEANS 

 OF A LAMPLESS BkOOUER. 



On page 62, Jan. 15, I mentioned the 

 Clough lampless brooder, and sa d it would 

 house half a dozen pullets until old enough 

 to lay, etc. Below is an account of a recent 

 experiment by the inventor: 



Mr A. I. Root:— It may be of great interest to you to 

 know ihat we in the frozen North have been and are 

 now having a most severe wmier — snow or sleet most 

 of the time; snow a foot or more deep ; and with the 

 rain, hail, and sleet it is more ice than snow. Rail- 

 roads and street-cars are blocked half the time — coal 

 very shori. With me every thing is w- 11. I am very 

 busy, and at the same I am making some experiments 

 this cold weather that I could not make if we had a 

 mild winter. 



Perhnps you have noticed that I have said something 

 about keeping laying hens for eggs in mv brooder, 

 and ^aid that a hen- house was not needed, etc. Well, 

 on the 15th of last November I went to my neighoor's 

 and bought eleven Buff Orpington hens. They were 

 one year old, and were laying froTi three to five eggs 

 per day. I took thpm home and placed them in my 

 scratching-shed; and before the snow they had the 

 run of the lawns. They did not stop laying becau&e of 

 their new surroundings, but they were not all in per- 

 fect health. Some of them had a slight cold, or roup, 

 as it might be called; but as I claim my brooders are a 

 good remedy for many chicken diseases it did not 

 frighten me. I placed a brooder in the shed for them 

 to roost in; but as they did not know any hing about 

 "Clough's lampless" they commenced to look up for 

 perches' to roost on when night came. I expected 

 this, and so was on hand and gently guided them into 

 the brooder. It was a hot time for them, for it was 

 warm weather, and so I let them nestle around outside 

 the brooder, with two or three inside of it. This went 

 along all right until Dec. 8, when the thermometer 

 registered zero, and then the hens did not need any 

 urging to enter the brooder, and they did not come 

 out to cool off either. Some of them would stick their 

 heads out for a few minuses, and then move back and 

 let some others come near the door. Well, they pro- 

 duced the etigs just the same. That day they laid 

 eight evfgs. Since that time it has been 23 times from 

 zero to 20 below, and these chickens (or hens, rather) 

 have laid every day from two to seven eggs to date. 

 They have become entirely well, and are in better con- 

 dition every way than when I bought them. I have 

 made inquiries all ''ver this city, and outside to neigh- 

 boring cities, asking the question, "Do you get any 

 eggs this cold weather? " The answer has been, " No 

 eggs." 



I will now tell you how I fed them after the snow 

 came, and they did not get out. Their first feed is 

 hash in the morning, any time from eight o'clock till 

 ten, just as I happen to feel about getting out this coid 

 weather. This hash is made of the scraps from our 

 table of four people, and sometimes it is not very 

 abundant, because we eat up close. It consists of 

 every bone and gristle from the meats ; potato, onion, 

 squash, and apple parings, not cooked, but all thrown 

 into a pan together. To chop this into h^sh I made a 

 special chopper with a hopper about one foot high and 

 six inches in diameter. This hopper is on a solid 

 block of wood. With a heavy chisel having a long 

 handle to it I churn up and down in the hopper for 

 only a few minutes, and every thing, bones and all, is 

 made into the nicest chicken hash possible, and there 

 is not a machine made that will work like this knife. 

 Sometimes the hash will have too much water in it, 

 and be too " mushy " for chicks. In that case I dump 

 in a cup of bran and oats until it takes up the surplus 

 water. For ihe last month I have put in a pint of al- 

 falfa meal scalded, and this makes their droppings 

 look as they do in the summer when they are getting 

 what grass they want. 



This hash is fed in round feed-pans set on legs about 

 ten inches high; and it is a pleasant sight to look at 

 them as they stand around that feed-pan. There is no 

 mussing, and, by the way, this feed-panj is the only 



