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1861 



THE ILLINOIS FAEMEE. 





Remarks. — 1st, Let the hogs and sheep 

 sleep under your barn, if you have them ; set 

 it up high. Ours is three feet, and is two feet 

 too low ; our chickens have possession of it, 

 and we are well repaid in eggs. The east 

 side only is open to the weather, the others 

 boarded down. 



2d. A barn for hay and grain is better to 

 be boarded vertically, and as the lumber 

 shrinks, leaves cracks for the air to pass 

 through to cure the hay or keep it from 

 heating. On the other hand, horse and 

 cow barns or stables should be well battened 

 and warm. When windows are used, the 

 blind will answer all purposes except for 

 transom lights. Shutters are well enough 

 when you use glass. 



3d. The upper part of the barn should be 

 well aired, and a large window with movable 

 slats in each end is desirable. Small open- 

 ings about the stable with shutters, should 

 be used. Common glass 9x14 is a good 

 size. 



4th. We have always used a plank floor 

 in oar stables, and know little of clay floors. 

 They answer a good purpose, and are cheap^ 

 but we would at the same time prefer the 

 plank, though others often prefer,the clay. 

 For barn floors we would use two thicknesses 

 of common inch boards, and lay them so as 

 to break joints, and nail down. 



5th. Stable floors are laid highest in 

 front, and are easily drained. 



6th. We have been in the habit of throw- 

 ing the litter bedding and manure of the 

 horse stable out to the stock daily; they 

 pick out the fodder. We bed our horses 

 liberally every night, which keeps them 

 clean, and, as the cattle eat this bedding, 

 nothing is lost. 



7th. Stack a part or all of your grain, so 

 as to throw the straw into the yard when you 

 thresh, or haul in several loads to be tramp- 

 ed into the mud. In this way our yards 

 are always dry without any particular ex- 

 pense. 



8th. In the abselte of gravel, coal ashes 

 and cinders make the most valuable walk to 



the barn ; in fact, the ashes are, in our opin- 

 ion, the best. These can be had almost 

 everywhere. 



We intend to gire more attention to farm 

 buildings, but we have been too busy to pre- 

 pare the drawings and specifications. The 

 suggestion is a good one to add plans of 

 yards. We have a barn 38x48, made of pine 

 lumber, except the sills, and with a few ex- 

 ceptions, the larger sticks are two by eight 

 inches. W^ith light timbers and longbiaces 

 a large saving of timber may be had in put- 

 ting up barns, and yet retain all the needed 

 strength. Ed. 



Keswick CoDLiN. — During thepast week, our 

 attention Las been called to some bearing trees 

 of this old and esteemed variety of apple, in the 

 grounds uf Dr. Iloflfman, about fonr iiiiles from 

 the city, on the Detroit road. Our western 

 prairie friends have for a long time considered 

 it one of the sorts to be always planted, ro mat- 

 ter how small the collection. From the exhibit 

 of its bearing habits, as well as its well known 

 cocking value, besides being a tolerable eating 

 apple, when fully ripe, one or more trees of this 

 sort should be in the garden or orchard of every 

 land owner. The trees in Dr. Hoffman's grounds 

 are well worth a visit ; the fruit hangs in perfect 

 ropes and immense clusters, — Ohio Farmer. 



We have fruited the Codlin for the last four- 

 teen years, and find it perfectly hardy, a profuse 

 annual bearer, and the best cooking apple of its 

 season. If we could have but one summer ap- 

 ple, this would be the one selected. So highly 

 do we value it, that in our orchard we have over 

 two hundred and twenty-five trees, or over three 

 acres of orchard planted to this one variety, -^i 



Ed. 



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Black lie the hills, swiftly doth d lylight flee. 

 And, catching gleams of sunset's dying smile, 

 Tiirough the dusk land for many a changing mile 



The river runneth softly to the sea. 



happy river, could I follow thee ! 



yearning heart, that never can be still ! 



O wistful eyes, that watched the steadfast hiU, 

 Lunging for level line of solemn sea ! 

 Have patience ; here are flowers and songs of birds. 



Beauty and fragrance, wealth of sound and sight, 



All summer's glory thine from morn tiU night, 

 And life too tall of joy for uttered words. 



Neither am I ungrateful. But I dream 

 Delicieusly, how twilight falls to-night 

 Over the glimmering water, how the lights 



Dies blissfully away, until I seem 



To feel the wind sea-scented on my cheek. 

 To catch the sound of dusky flapping sail, 

 And dip of oars, and voices on the gale. 



Afar off, ca ling softly, low and sweet. 



Earth, thy summer-song of joy may soar 

 Ringing to heaven in triumph ! I but crave 

 The sad caressing murmur of the wave 



That breaks in tender music on the shore. 



