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which it has been applied have resulted favora- 

 bly. The plan consists of a hot water packing, 

 similar to that pursued in the '"water cure" for 

 the genus homo. As soon as the horse is observed 

 to be affected with tetanus, it is wrapped from 

 head to tail in four or five pairs of blankets, which 

 have been wrung out of warm water at a temper- 

 ature of two hundred degrees Farenheit. The 

 animal is then allowed perfect rest and quietness 

 for about two hours, when warm water of the 

 above temperature is poured along its back out- 

 side of the blankets, and another like period of 

 repose is allowed, and so on till a cure is eftected. 

 A thin gruel of flour, oat, or Indian corn meal is 

 given, when the jaws of the animal are capable 

 of being opened. As horses are liable to take 

 lockjaw from pricks in the feet, caused by care- 

 less or unskillful blacksmiths while shoeing them, 

 this simple method of managing the disease can 

 be applied by any person, and is svell worthy of 

 trial. — Rural New-Yorker. 



For the New England Farmer. 

 THE PINES OF NEW JERSEY. 



Mr. Editor : — A vacation well spent gives 

 rise to agreeable memories long after we have 

 returned to our accustomed duties of evei-y-day 

 life. A visit to that mysterious and historical 

 region, "The Pines of New Jersey," had been 

 contemplated by us for many months ; for we 

 had heard of the good farming prospects which 

 have already induced many sons of New England 

 to settle there ; and wishing to investigate the 

 feasibility of settling with some friends where 

 lands are cheaper than at home, we left this city 

 during the month of July for the "Pines of New 

 Jersey." While transferring our baggage to the 

 Camden and Amboy railroad depot, in iN'ew York, 

 the round face and stout form of Capt. Bluff, an 

 old acquaintance, suddenly confounded us. The 

 huge "flippers" of the old sea-dog half-squeezed 

 the life out of us, as he cordially grasped our 

 hand, and inquired, "Where are you bound to?" 

 And after learning our destination, the jolly cap- 

 tain made us follow him to the beautiful schoon- 

 er that he commanded, which was to sail that 

 very afternoon for Tom's river, on the east coast 

 of New Jersey. The captain would not take any 

 refusal to his invitation that we should accom- 

 pany him in the Mermaid, and that night, with 

 a fine breeze on her quarter, the fleet vessel was 

 leaving Sandy Hook at the rate of ten miles per 

 hour. 



After entering Tom's river, we bade farewell 

 to the captain, and engaged a collier to take us 

 through the Pines to the open country beyond. 

 We are now abruptly entering on new ground — 

 a few words regarding this interesting and much- 

 talked-of region. During the revolutionary days 

 th3 Pines were infested by the tories, who often 

 made incursions to the settled country in this vi- 

 cinity, where they robbed and murdered to their 

 hearts' content. The rebels often followed the 

 retreating scoundrels into the fastnesses of the 

 forests where fierce battles were fought with the 

 tories. The Pines received a bad name because 

 they were the home of these lawless people, and 

 though the tory has long since gone to his judg- 

 ment, still the prejudice against this region has 



not been removed. There are really good tracts 

 of land all through the Pines, which until lately 

 have remained valueless ; and even now a farm 

 may be bought at the lowest Western land- 

 holders' prices. Not the heavy soils of the West 

 are to be found here, but good light soils, vary- 

 ing from four to twelve inches in depth, with a 

 fine warm subsoil of sand, just such as your 

 Cambridge market-gardener would select. These 

 soils are much more easily worked, and are ear- 

 lier than Western lands. 



Early in the morning the Gollier called for my- 

 self and baggage, and soon after we were in the 

 midst of pine forests. An hour later and we 

 had emerged upon a plain, leaving the forests 

 behind us. For miles in all directions the wood- 

 man's axe had been busy, for scarcely a tree could 

 be seen — ail the wood had been turned into char- 

 coal by the industrious colliers. By eleven 

 o'clock w- had again entered the forests of yel- 

 low pine, and my sooty driver informed me that 

 we were on the Hanover Furnace Tract, one of 

 the largest landed estates in New Jersey. About 

 this time we observed men at work throvving out 

 a fine sort of white clay — so white, indeed, that 

 one might mistake it for chalk. It was Kaolin, 

 decomposed feldspar. The owner of this spot 

 had purchased seventy-five acres of sandy land 

 for a few dollars per acre, and informed us that 

 after raising the Kaolin, a neighboring glass 

 i manufacturer had offered him five hundred dol- 

 ilars for two acres. The finest china ware has 

 been made from this indestructible clay, and a 

 dentist of Trenton has made teeth out of it for 

 his customers. No blast from the chemist's 

 jlarap can melt this clay. Mr. Niel, the owner of 

 the farm upon which it was discovered, sends 

 the clay to New York, where he gets twenty dol- 

 lars per ton for it. Another hour's ride brought 

 ; us to a tract of hazel loam covered with oaks. 

 ("Where are we now?" I asked of our collier; 

 ; "On the Hanover Furnace Tract," he replied. 

 In we drove, and coming to a farm-house, 

 I stopped to rest our horses, and there we were 

 I again told that we were still on the great Han' - 

 jver Furnace Tract. We drove ten miles further, 

 land met a party of persons who were surveyirj;^ 

 ja cedar swamp. We asked the principal of ths 

 I party upon whose tract we were travelling, and 

 the old reply came back, "The Hanover Furnace 

 Tract." Upon further inquiry we learned that 

 the surveyors lived upon the tract, and were em- 

 ployed by the proprietors, "year in and year out." 

 Another ride of four miles brought us to the 

 shores of a beautiful little lake, upon the banks 

 of which some thirty houses were embowered in 

 the shade of gigantic willows and tall pines. 

 Here lives, in retirement, one of the proprietors 

 of this great tract, which contains over seventy 

 square miles ; no low-class tavern oftended the 

 eye, but all was quiet, simple, and beautiful. The 

 sun was sinking behind a heavy pine forest, and 

 his softened rays, reflected upon the little lake, 

 caused it to look like burnished gold. The pro- 

 prietor, Mr. Samuel H. Jones, came out to meet 

 us, and at once extended the hospitable honors 

 for which, I have since learned, Hanover Fur- 

 nace is celebrated. We passed a happy evening 

 at the mansion, and when we asked Mr. Jones 

 why h':- did not ofler his lands to settlers from 

 the North, he told us that his lands were oper 



