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paste to stick to the bottom of the pan. 
Allow the pulp to evaporate until it 
reaches the consistency of peanut butter. 
While still hot add about two ounces of 
sal 1 to a gallon of the paste and pack 
int ♦ hot scalded jars or bottles. Sterilize 
in wasbboiler from half hour to an hour. 
Notes from the Illinois Com Belt 
"I see the people around here are not 
afraid of tornadoes, for the houses are 
built on high ground,” remarked a visitor 
one day. 
I had not thought of it before, but such 
is the case in the strip of land where the 
hills and the prairie meet in Central 
Illinois. Not hills, according to a West¬ 
erner. nor even in an Easterner’s estima¬ 
tion. but as those of the Middle West 
ordinarily speak. 
No, we are not afraid of tornadoes. 
We owned no caves, in which to hide 
from a storm, as they do in Iowa. Most 
of us had never seen a tornado, so in 
quiet peace we looked forth over the 
rolling prairie from the highest perch 
that each farm afforded; and no vision 
of black inverted cones traveling towards 
ns disturbed the beauty of the scene. To 
the east and west the rolling land 
stretches out; to the north the view is 
cut off by the rougher land or hills that 
extend to the river, but to the south is 
one grand sweep of prairie; even the 
water tower of a town six miles distant 
is vjsible. We of the prairie feel we 
cannot breathe among the hills or even 
on rolling land unless we can mount up 
where our eyes can travel for miles—vast 
expanses are a necessity to us just as 
the hills and mountains are a part of 
the life of a mountaineer. 
Rut. yesterday, our feeling of security 
was driven away. How long before it 
will return to us I know not. Never, I 
imagine, to that family whose house is 
missing from a hilltop to the east of us. 
It was just beforp dinner, when “Littlest 
Girl.” climbing out of the bathtub, caught 
u view of the tornado from the window. 
‘‘Mother, come see the clouds tumbling 
out of the sky.” “Come see the funny 
pointed thing.” came from the south of 
the house. Many a time I had looked 
at pictures of tornadoes, but never before 
<n a real one. There it was. a great dark 
inverted funnel extending from earth to 
sky and moving directly towards us from 
the southwest over the vast prairie. I 
called to the barn to warn the men. and 
then snatching up the rest of “Littlest 
Girl's” and “Rig Sister's’’ clothes, hur¬ 
ried them and "Little Man” into the 
basement, and placing them flat against 
the southwest wall. I tried to get a few 
more garments on them. 
My husband and the hired man. wish¬ 
ing to look at the tornado as long as 
possible, stood out of doors watching it, 
and calling to us tin* progress of the 
horrible grinding, rumbling funnel that 
was swallowing up everything within its 
reach and tossing even large trees 150 
feet or more in the air. 
“We’ll wait up here until it strikes the 
fig orchard south of the house, and then 
come down." shouted my husband to me 
when I begged him to hasten to the base¬ 
ment. “Stand flat against the.wall! It’s 
coming straight for us!” 
Then the next momen his voice at the 
I a semen t window called, “Thank God, 
it's turned to the east.” 
For a moment we breathed easier, then 
1 is drawn white face appeared at the 
window again. “It's hit a big grove and 
turned back' towards us again. Stand 
c.ose. it’s coming right for us.” 
All along the path of that tornado 
prayers were ascending, ours were among 
them. Every minute 1 expected to hear 
the men come tearing down the basement 
steps to join us. Rut no, our prayers 
were answered, for above the awful roar 
< tin tornado 1 heard my husband call : 
“We're saved, it’s turned east again. 
Leave the .children in the basement and 
come up and have a look at it. We can 
Jiii. for the basement if it turns again.” 
hat a rught it was as it plowed its 
way along! It did not seem to travel 
last, but it was relentless, and did its 
work with such hard-hearted thorough¬ 
ness ! \\ hen it struck a plowed field it 
became black like dirt from the soil that 
r threw far aloft in the air. When it 
1 it a neighbor s barn it tossed the doors 
around like bubbles. When it came to 
a grove the trees were Hung high above 
thie standing trees. At last it struck u 
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wood directly east of us. For a time it 
stood almost still, throwing up huge trees 
like playthings. There was a short time 
when it looked as if the dense woods 
would turn the tornado directly back on 
us; but, finally, this mill of death ground 
its way through the woods, and unhin¬ 
dered hurried on to make up for lost 
time. 
When it seemed safe to do so we called 
the children up to let them see the tor¬ 
nado at work. It is a sight Jthey will 
never forget. 
“If any more things like that come 
along I shall build a cave,” said my hus¬ 
band. 
Later in the day. after he had visited 
the path of the tornado a quarter of a 
mile south of our south line, my husband 
said he thought it nearer to us than it 
was, and that its path was wider than' 
he expected—it was about one-eighth of 
a mile in width. Only one house in our 
vicinity was demolished, but in several 
cases the outer edge of the funnel was 
within a few feet of farmhouses. In the 
afternoon the children came to show me 
a little bag they had packed. 
“We’re going to he ready for the next 
tornado,” said “Little Man.” We’ve 
dresses, nightgowns and handkerchiefs in 
here.” 
“And our money.” added “Rig Sister.” 
“We’ve almost three dollars. That will 
be something to start up on if we lose 
everything else.” 
“It wouldn’t gu very far,” said prac¬ 
tical “Little Man.” 
SW*YORKER 
And so it would not, if we bought red 
raspberries and eggs. My husband got 
35 cents a dozen for eggs and 25 cents a 
pint for red raspberries in the city yes¬ 
terday mornng. I am keeping the books 
for our two raspberry patches this year 
and, when the season is over, I wili let 
you know how we come out. This rainy 
weather is producing quantities of fine 
berries. 
(>ur GO acres of corn are doing extra 
well, too. When the city folks look at 
the cornfield they exclaim. “How beau¬ 
tiful !” When we look at it we say, 
“My ! the hours and hours of hard work 
it took to bring that field to its present 
good condition.” Our little chickens are 
doing the best ever. My husband attri¬ 
butes their good health to the fact that 
he gives them nothing to drink except 
clabber. Rut mighty little there would 
have been left* of chickens, corn, rasp¬ 
berries. orchard, barns and house, and 
perhaps even of our own dear little 
family, if the tornado had not turned 
east yesterday when it did. L. C. E. 
Canning String Beans 
I see on page 1031 that J. L. wishes 
a recipe for canning string beans and 
peas, and as I have what I think is the 
simplest way for canning string beans, 
and they always keep well, I will send 
it in. 
Wash and break (or cut) beans in 
small pieces, cover with cold water, let 
come to a boil, no more, drain beans: 
put into cans that have first been ster¬ 
ilized and are airtight. Have ready some 
hot salted water, pour over them, and 
lastly add one tablespoon hot. vinegar and 
seal. There is no rule about the amount 
of salt: I have it a good strong salt taste. 
When wanted for use pour off the brine, 
put into cold water with a pinch of soda 
and let come to a boil, pour off water 
and cook as you would fresh beans. If 
they are going to be salty pour off the 
second water. m. o. g. 
Tartar Emetic for Ants 
W. H. M. inquires how to get rid of 
ants. I have got rid of them by using 
tartar emetic. I have used it with success 
in the house. We have a sugar pear tree 
near the house and I noticed the large 
black ants going to and from that tree 
continually. I made a syrup and put it in 
a clam shell at the foot of the tree in 
their run, covering it so chickens would 
not get it. After two days no more ant*< 
were to be seen. Take one teaspoon of 
tartar emetic and also one of sugar; mix 
with water to make a thin syrup. It is 
poisonous and one should take care that 
children do not get it. M. m. 
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