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As she was so often addressed in that way 

 almost everywhere, she thought nothing of 

 it until the young man spoke to her again 

 and said, "Why, grandma, don't you know 

 me?" 



It was indeed her oiun grandson, who, 

 without her knowledge, had drifted into the 

 position of a bar-tender. The shock was so 

 great, to think that her only grandson — the 

 grandson of Carrie Nation, who was then 

 the greatest apostle of temperance (or one of 

 the greatest the world ever knew) , should 

 be behind a bar that it overcame the poor 

 old lady, already well advanced in years. I 

 think she had already been feeling that her 

 mission was drawing to a close. Isaiah tells 

 us that our Lord and Master would be, when 

 he came to earth, "a man of sorrows, and 

 acquainted with grief." Let me digress. 



I told you some time back of the mother 

 hen that flew almost into the open jaws of 

 that great alligator in her insane effort to 

 protect her ducklings. The chances against 

 her were a thousand to one. What could 

 the poor feeble hen do to hinder those great 

 horrid open jaws from swallowing her up as 

 though she were but a fly? But yet she 

 braved danger, and showed fight without 

 any fear or regard for the great strength and 



power of her enemy. In a like manner, 

 Carrie Nation braved the wrath of drunken 

 men and millionaire brewers. With her 

 hatchet she demolished the instruments of 

 their cursed traffic, without any fear of the 

 consequences, like the poor hen in protect- 

 ing her charges. In her talk she used the 

 very figure that I have often used — that of 

 "fighting mothers." It has been said more 

 than once that Carrie Nation was a modern 

 John Brown, and lived and died a martyr 

 to her convictions. The Lord Jesus Christ 

 said, in the second of our texts, that he came 

 not on earth to bring peace, but a sword. 

 Carrie Nation came, not with a sword, but 

 with her hatchet, and that hatchet opened 

 the way and turned the first furrow that 

 started the temperance reform that is now 

 so rapidly making the States of our nation 

 white instead of black by starting a wave of 

 reform that bids fair to spread over the whole 

 wide world wherever the intoxicating cup 

 has got a foothold. May God bless the 

 memory of that devoted soul who feared not 

 the wrath of man but feared only the wrath 

 of God; and she has gone to her reward — "a 

 crown of righteousness which the Lord, the 

 righteous Judge, shall give " — a "crown of 

 glory that fadeth not away." 



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HOUSING POULTRY IN FLORIDA AND OTHER 

 SOUTHERN LOCALITIES. 



In our .luly 15th issue of last year I dis- 

 cussed this matter at some length, and I 

 gave a picture of my Florida poultry-house. 

 A little later, as you may recall, friend Keck 

 described a successful poultry-house with no 

 roof overhead, in Southern Florida. It was 

 inclosed with poultry-netting to protect the 

 fowls from nocturnal prowlers. Our old 

 friend H. H. Stoddard, the man who gave 

 us "The New Egg-farm " over forty years 

 ago, is now in Rivera, Texas, and he has 

 written quite a lengthy article for the Amer- 

 ican Poultry World, describing something 

 for poultry in warm climates, that I think 

 may result in a revolution in chicken-houses. 



We find also in the American Poultry 

 Journal for August an article from friend 

 Stoddard on poultry-keeping in the great 

 Southwest. It covers several pages, and is 

 an article of great value to every one who is 

 thinking of trying poultry in Florida, Tex- 

 as, or other Southern localities. 



By the way, Mr. Stoddard, in writing 

 about the stick-tight flea, calls it "stick- 

 fast flea." I presume he means the same 

 thing; but it is very unfortunate that there 

 is such a confusion of names of these Flor- 

 ida pests. Very few people, especially those 

 from the North, have a correct idea of these 

 insects. For instance, quite a few insist 

 that the " redbug " is the same thing as the 

 stick-tight flea, whereas they are not alike 

 in any particular. The redbug is almost 

 microscopic, while the stick-tight flea is a 

 veritable flea, and can be readily pulled 



from the flesh or off from the comb of a 

 chicken with a suitable pair of tweezers. 

 The redbug produces a swelling and sore 

 that lasts some time. The flea just bites 

 and hangs on. When you pull it off, that 

 is the end of the trouble. 



Last fall I visited a poultry-ranch near 

 Jacksonville, Fla., where the houses — at least 

 one of them — was 600 feet long, made of ex- 

 pensive lumber, and tight enough and warm 

 enough for a poultry-house here in the North. 

 They were planning to have 10,000 laying 

 hens all at one time. I have not seen any 

 report in the papers from it since. I said at 

 the time that it was a great waste of money, 

 and that no such expensive structure was 

 needed. Well, Mr. Stoddard declares that 

 in his locality in Texas nothing more is 

 needed than a frame of tvire netting to pro- 

 tect the fowls. For a hen and chickens he 

 has a wire cage 18 inches square and a yard 

 long. There is a door at one end, of course, 

 to put the hen in, and I suppose there is a 

 smaller door to let the chickens out and to 

 retain the hen if need be. When the chick- 

 ens are old enough to be weaned, a similar 

 structure is made, say twice as wide; that 

 would be a yard square on top, and 18 inches 

 high. Some roosts are put in for the chicks 

 to roost on, and that is all. They can not 

 smother, for they have all outdoors with the 

 "bars down." After they are feathered out, 

 rains will do them no harm, so Stoddard 

 says; and I know from experience that, when 

 the mother-hen flies up into a tree and 

 coaxes her children to follow, they do splen- 

 didly, no matter how hard it rains at night. 



