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butter, fruits, "cottage cheese,"' salads, 

 "greens,"' eggs, and fresh fish, to the ex- 

 clusion of meat and all kinds of pastry. 

 Buttermilk is a healthy drink, where one is 

 not averse to it. This mother's diet is quite 

 sufficient to prevent bowlegs and difficult 

 teething in children, but when it has been 

 neglected, and for other reasons, the child 

 shows plainly the deformity we are consid- 

 ering, let the mother adopt the above diet 

 while nursing her baby, and, if weaned, 

 then the child should have the first two 

 articles of food several times per day, and 

 plenty of fresh (but better, skimmed or 

 boiled) milk with a tea-spoonful of lime 

 water added, for its daily drink. Don't 

 allow him to stand on his feet, but fre- 

 quently expose his bare legs to the hot sun 

 until they become tanned brown as a berry. 

 Let the child play out in the sun, on a sand- 

 pile, where he will naturally stick his feet 

 and legs, playing, greatly to his benefit. 



Daily bathe the body and thoroughly rub 

 the legs in weak salt water, and you can 

 depend upon his perfect recovery with 

 greatest assurance. Of course, if the de- 

 formity is due to accidental injuries re- 

 ceived, this treatment will not be sufficient 

 — a good surgeon should then be consulted. 



Oood Honey-Sellers will likely be 

 needed now, and the little 32-page pamph- 

 let, "Honey as Food and Medicine," has 

 for years proven itself valuable in making 

 repeated sales of honey. Its distribution 

 will create a detnand for the honey first, and 

 then the bee-keeper can follow it up and 

 supply that demand. Send to us for a 

 sample copy, only 5 cents ; 10 copies, post- 

 paid. 35 cents ; 50 copies, $1.25; or 100 copies 

 $2.00. Try 50 or 100 copies, and prove their 

 ability to aid you in disposing of your 

 honey at a good price. 



Xlie IVovelty Pocket-Kiiife is 



worth having. Mr. A. G. Amos, of New 

 York, says this about it: " The ' Novelty ' 

 pocket-knife which I received with the 

 American Bee Journal arrived all O. K., 

 and it is a dandy." Better get one your- 

 self, and then you will know what a 

 " dandy " thing it is. See page 95 for ad- 

 vertising offer. 



A Nebraska Storm. 



Written ior the American Bee Journal 



BY MRS. A. L. HALLENBECK. 



Far away to the west, while the sun still 



shone bright. 

 Rolled up in its grandeur a cloud black as 



night, 

 And while the dark masses rose fold upon 



fold. 

 The far-away, echoing, low thunder rolled. 



From the field came the boys with hurry 



and shout. 

 And quick from the traces the horses took 



out, 

 As on came the shadow that darkened the 



day. 

 While black rose the dust-billows marking 



its way. 



The poultry-boy hurried, the gate opened 

 wide, 



And drove all his fiuttering, small broods 

 inside, 



And we all hurried in before Nature's dark 

 frown, 



While with haste and a clatter each win- 

 dow went down. 



On, on comes the shadow, from earth to 



the sky ; 

 The Wind Giant reaches his long arms on 



high ; 

 The roof of the stable he brushes away— 

 The trees bend before him, or break in his 



play. 



He tears from the wind-mill one busy, 



white wing. 

 And then throws it away, a poor, broken 



thing ; 

 Uncovers the bee-hives, or tumbles them 



over, 

 And scatters the heads of the poor, dried- 



up clover. 



As we watch the wild havoc, he hurries 



Have You Read the wonderful Pre- 

 mium offers on page 124? 



And we gather the fragments he left of his 

 play; 



We cover the bee-hives e"er the big tear- 

 drops fall, 



Which the cloud-giant sheds in remorse for 

 it all. 



The thirsty earth drinks in the life-giving 



rain; 

 The clover re-opens its parched leaves again ; 

 The flowers will spring from the freshening 



sod, 

 Nectar-laden with thankfulness unto their 



God. 



Our wee, busy workers will gather the 



store. 

 To feed them and cheer us when summer is 



o'er; 

 So we thank the Father who sent us the 



rain 

 To show that none ever shall trust Him in 



vain. 

 Millard, Nebr. 



