G I. K A N I N G S IN BEE C U I. T U R E 



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a dozen k'ttors; iiud tlioso good friends have 

 tried to iniineiu-e me by quotation.-, from the 

 Scriptures. But I have not looked up their 

 quotations. It would take a lot of time, and 

 it would not make a particle of difference. 

 I have looked tliem all up in years past. I 

 can not for one moment believe that the 

 dear Savior, or that the great God hims^df, 

 would tliink of such a thing as asking or 

 comniauding us to indorse anything so idi- 

 otic as to cliange our ))resent Sunday to Sat- 

 urday. ''Shall not the Judge of all the 

 earth do light?'' Every one of the ten 

 commandments, and everything advocated 

 by the dear Sa\'ior, has some plain, clear 

 rea'-ou for its making the world better. Con- 

 sider for a mon-ent. There are just now 

 nillions of starving i»eople in this w^jrld 

 of ours. While the great work is going on 

 of conveying the food to the hungry, and 

 saving life, and while the nations of the 

 earth are in a Christlike way meeting this 

 tremendous problem, shall we stop to argue 

 about what day of the week shall be Sun- 

 day, when it is an iitt<-r iitiiiossihilitt/ to have 

 the same Sunday on the day and hour all 

 over the face of this mighty earth. 



May God abundantly bless what I have 

 siiil in the effort to make mankind better; 

 and whatever may be your own private be- 

 lief and convictions, dear friends, may what 

 I have said or tried to say not make things 

 worse, instead of better, with (tin/ poor, 

 struggling soul. 

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RUNNING CHICKENS THRU AN UNDER- 

 (UIOUNI) TUNNEL: SOMETHING ABOUT 

 THE DA SHEENS. 

 AiDuiid our Florida liome, in the center 

 of our group of i)0uitry yards whicli I de- 

 scribed and pictured some time ago, there 

 w;is one yiird thiit the chickens had scratch- 

 ed ()\er iiiid over and fertilized with their 

 d"(ip|iiiu;s ii"t-l it w;is very rich. ;inl 1 wnnt- 

 (m1 to ti-y it for ;i crop of |)()t;itoes; liut in 

 order to do so it w;is dedrable to lemove 



tlie chickens from their roosting house, 

 where they had both food and water, so I 

 took them off the roost at niglit and moved 

 their feed tub and watering trough into an- 

 other house. Well, that suited nic all right, 

 but not so with the biddies. They made me 

 tliink of the old couplet, 



A womiiii (•(invinced iiijiiinst her will 

 Is ol' the same oi)inioii stilt. 



They showed by their actions that noth- 

 ing would take the jdaee of their old accus- 

 tomed domicile. When they wanted water 

 or feed they must have the old metal tub 

 and dropping water; and when any one of 

 the biddies was ready to lay she seemed al- 

 most frantic, and kept trying, by some 

 hook or crook, to get back to the old place. 

 But I could not think of any other way to 

 accommodate the biddies and myself both, 

 but by making an underground tunnel as 

 shown in Fig. 1. I made it of old boards 

 l>artiy, and of one-inch poultry netting. You 

 see if I made a hine such as they have on 

 farms for horses and cattle I would have 

 to open and close two gates when I wanted 

 to cross said lane. Well, in this under- 

 ground tunnel there is a spot where I want- 

 ed often to go back and forth. Here I 

 made a little wooden bridge to walk over. 

 A great big clump of dasheens at the left of 

 the pictures hides this bridge. You will no- 

 tice the gate near it, at the top of the cut. 

 Would the chickens accept the tunnel? When 

 I first introduced them to it I sprinkled corn 

 along the runway, and they were delighted 

 to get back to their old home. The hens 

 cackh'd, the rooster crowcMl, and in a little 

 while they would dart Ijack and forth on 

 a- brisk run. Well, the tunnel accomplished 

 another [lurpose that I did not count on, as 

 lias often happened with my experiments. 

 There is a lot of stuff in the garden ^dose 

 liv in the wav of trimmings from lettuce, 

 turnijis, radishes, cabbage, and other stuff 

 that the hens are x'ery fond of. Hut if yon 

 throw loose leaves on the "round the chick- 



"liiddics" ill their iiii(lerj;rot>n<l ruinvav. 



