1909 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



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Heb. 3:1-6, V. 3 — GtJ's Queiiion. — Here is a question which 

 you can't answer, which I can't answer, which the angels can't 

 answer, which the Devil can't answer, which God himself does 

 not answer. " How shall we escape if we neglect so great salva- 

 tionf" If 1 neglect my health, how shall I escape sicknessf If 

 I neglect to exercise, how shall I escape weakness? If I neglect 

 my mind, how shall 1 escape imbecility; 11 1 neglect my pray- 

 ers and my Bible and gatherings of godly people, how shall I es- 

 cape atheism; If the train is coming down the track 60 miles an 

 hiHir, and I am on the track, and neglect to move, how shall I es- 

 cape being tun over? If I neglect salvation, how shall I escape 

 hell? You may know some way — the Bible does not mention 

 any. Remember: " There is none other name under heaven, 

 given among men, whereby we must be saved." 



As a further glimpse of this godly shoemaker, 

 I give below the closing part of a business letter: 



I am always pleased to know of men who, in the rush and 

 crush of this world, take an active part in the Sunday-school, as 

 so few have the time and inclination to do so. I wish you could 

 see mine, over six hundred, and our orchestra of twelve pieces of 

 music; and we know well how to sing " Jesus, lover of my soul," 

 and I, on the 26th year, its superintendent. Do not think I am 

 bringing it in as an advertising card — far from it! I am only a 

 poor shoemaker, saved by his grace. 



New 'i'ork, Jan. 23. Jambs S. Coward. 



Health Notes 



T. B. terry's duly MENU; JUST WHAT AND 

 WHEN AVD HOW HE TAKFS HIS DAILY POOD. 



Judging from the large amount of correspond- 

 ence that I am getting on the subject I am sure 

 that many people will read the following, from 

 a recent issue of the Practical Farmer, with great 

 interest. 



\VH.\T TO EAT. 



From a very kind letter we extract the following: " Will you 

 not for the benefit of new readers give in detail a bill of fare that 

 suffices for you and Mrs. Terry, say for one week? It will be a 

 favor gratefully received. I know what it is to be broken down 

 in health. A doctor once said I might live a week. But since 

 finding out that health comes from fresh air, proper water, diet, 

 «tc., I have been quite well." 



First, it should be said that Mrs. T. and myself face diiJerent 

 conditions. She, from choice, is an active, busy woman, on her 

 feet, working about during the 6 or 7 hours a day when I am 

 sitting down doing head work. I need to be rather more particu- 

 lar about diet than she does, although I take plenty of exercise. 

 Now, please understand, good people, that we are not specially 

 urging you to take up with our diet. No, you may live quite 

 differently and still enjoy good health. My sole desire in again 

 telling you what we eat is to call your attention to how little 

 and what simple food one really needs; to the small amount of 

 cooking that is necessary, and to the splendid health and cutting- 

 down of household work that ii the result. In this line I am al- 

 ways ready to write and talk. You will remember that wife 

 has the same pure air to breathe that I do, and the same cold air 

 winter nights. And she is a good breather, rather better than I. 

 She drinks as much of the same clean rain water as I do, or more. 

 She sleeps rather more. She is in the tame light in the home, 

 and sunshine. Of exercise she gets plenty, and does not ever 

 need to overdo. We each weigh about 160 You will look far 

 before you find a more healthy woman than Mrs. Terry. 



FULL DETAILS OF OUR TWO MEALS. 



My usual breakfast for years has been two ounces, more or 

 lets, of dry flaked wheat, eaten with butter, and much fruit, 

 freth when possible, or dried and soaked up in pure water. 

 Nothing but just this. Once in a while, if bread looks tempting 

 ID me, I eat a slice of that, at least two days old, instead of the 

 wheat. For a few minutes at the close of the meal I may be 

 decidedly hungry for more food. But this feeling soon passes of? 

 and am never hungry again until the time for night meal. And 

 my head is far more clear, and I can stick to writing longer and 

 not get tired, than I ever remember being able to do before. In 

 fact, I hardly know what tired is now; but I used to. I rarely 

 eat any flaked wheat at night. There are two reasons: It does 

 not leem to give quite as good results. Some others have report- 

 ed the same, but not all. Then 1 want to keep in touch with 

 cooked food, partially so it will not be so much of a change 

 when I go away from home. My usual supper has been a few 

 California walnuts, say 6 to 10 ground fine; bread and butter, or 

 potato, white or sweet, or bread and potato (they go well togeth- 

 er) and fruit. Occasionally we may have rice instead of potato. 

 And for a meal or two we may have beam or cheese or peanut 

 butter to take the place of walnuts. But I eat but one protein- 



furnishing food at a meal, and very little of that. Once in a 

 while I may eat a very little dried beef in place of nuts, biit I 

 eat practically no meat when at home. I do not like to be 

 troublesome when visiting. Wife's usual breakfast is white 

 bread and butter, percolator coffee, and fruit. Her supper is in- 

 dicated above, except that she eats a little meat now and then — 

 not much. We have both learned not to overeat of protein, thus 

 bringing on old-age troubles. It is not uncommon for us to set 

 on cold boiled potatoes, bread and butter and fruit, and make a 

 delicious supper. I never enjoyed meals more than I do now. 

 We eat home-made graham and white bread. 



T. B. Terry. 



WHERE THERE IS A WILL THERE IS A WA'N — 

 ESPECIALLY WHEN ONE IS TRUSTING IN GOD. 



My dear Brother A. I. Root: — Twenty-six years ago,while em- 

 ployed as brakeman on the Panhandle Railway, and while in 

 the act of coupling cars, I stepped on a round stone which turned 

 with me, and I lost my balance. I started to fall face forward. 

 In falling forward I was caught between the bumpers of the cars, 

 and had my entire lower jaw and tongue crashed off. I was tak- 

 en to the hospital, and was told there that I had only a very few 

 hours to live. This was not very encouraging, but I made up my 

 mind that " what could not be cured must be endured," and that 

 I might as well make the best of the situation and try to be as 

 cheerful as possible. This seemed to have a good effect. The 

 first 48 hours the doctor thought several times that I was gone, 

 and I had given up all hope, closed my eyes, and was just wait- 

 ing for the last summons. After lying in this stupor for about six 

 hours I commenced to revive and get better. I improved day by 

 day, and, being in excellent health before my injury, my wound 

 soon healed up, and in five weeks I was permitted to leave the 

 hospital and go home. 



During the time I was in the hospital I could not speak a word 

 nor utter a sound. I wrote on my tablet, asking the chief sur- 

 geon who had charge of me if I would ever be able to talk 

 again. He looked down at me very pitifully and said, "No, my 

 boy, you will never be able to speak again, as you have nothing 

 to talk with, as e-ery organ of speech is gone." This was a sad 

 blow. It seemed too hard to be compelled to go through the 

 world maimed and crippled the way I was, then not ever be able 

 to speak again. I felt like giving up in despair, when the old 

 adage of " where there is a will there is a way " came to me. I 

 thought, " I have the will; will the way be provided?" The 

 Lord heard my faint plea for help, and came to my aid. After 

 leaving the hospital I went home io my mother to let her take 

 care of me. Then I made up my mind that if there was any way 

 of talking I was going to have it. At first I could not even utter 

 a sound — not even grunt; but I would not give up. I only work- 

 ed that much harder. Finally I got so 1 could make a sound. It 

 was only a faint grunt; but that gave me courage, and I worked 

 still harder. I did not limit myself to a ten or a twelve hour day, 

 but kept at work every minute I was awake, even though it was 

 the dead hour of midnight or the small wee hours of morning. 

 Perseverance gained its reward. I learned to talk, and have en- 

 joyed fie great blessing of being able to talk for the past 25 

 years. This I consider is one of God's special blessings. When 

 the surgeons and doctors all told me that I would never be able 

 to speak again, suppose I had folded my hands and made no effort 

 to try to talk. I would now be going round through the world 

 making all my wants and wishes known by the use of pencil and 

 paper; but my accepting that old adage, " where there is a will 

 there is a way," was the means of my being able to enjoy the 

 great blessing of speech for the past 25 years. The Lord will 

 pour out great blessings on us if we will only let him. 



Now in regard to eating. At first I could not eat any solid 

 food at all. I had to live on liquid nourishment altogether. 

 Finally I got so I could eat solid food by having it prepared 

 especially for me. This I kept up for several years by watching 

 very closely, and cutting out all foods that did not agree with 

 me, or that hurt the stomach. For the past two years I have not 

 been able to eat much but bread from the whole-wheat flour (a 

 special flour I get from Chicago); butter and extracted honey, 

 with a cup of cocoa; but for the past eight weeks I have not even 

 been able to take that. I had to live on raw eggs and milk, 

 chicken broth, beef tea, etc. Some days I could not even take 

 that. I got so weak that I could hardly walk across the room; 

 yet I would not call in a doctor. Previous to this I had taken 

 treatment from quite a number of doctors, but could not get any 

 relief or benefit. I got to studying the matter over in my own 

 mind, and came to the conclusion that, as 1 can not chew any of 

 my food, but have to swallow it without being masticated, my 

 stomach had to masticate and digest too. thus causing the stomach 

 to do double work all the time, which it has been doing for the 

 past 25 years. What man can stand it to work day and night 

 right straight along? He can stand it for perhaps one or two days 

 and nights, then he must have rest. I felt that, if I could live on 

 a liquid nourishment for a few weeks, and let the stomach rest, 

 it would do me more good than any thing else This I have been 

 doing, and am now feeling better, and trust that I shall soon be 

 able to take my brown bread and honey again. 



I take great pleasure in working with my bees. They have 

 been a great help to me in the way of health. When 1 felt so 



