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THE INDIAN SENTIXEiy
VOLUME X.
TAHLEQUAH, INDIAN TERRITORY. SATURDAY, MAY li>, 19W.
NUMBER 47.
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THE PEACEMAKER.
/wo soldiers, lying .is they fell
Upon the reddt n«-d clay -
In daytime foes; at night. In peace -
Breathing their lives away.
Brave heart had stirred each manly breost;
Fate only made them foes,
And lying, dying, side by side.
A softened feeling rose.
"Our time Is .short," one faint voice said;
"To-day we've done our best
On different rides What matters now?
To-morrow we're ut rest.
Life lies behind; 1 might not care
For only my own .sake.
But far away are other hearts
That this day's work will break.
"Among old Hampshire's pleasant flelds
There pray for ine to-night
A woman and a little girl
With hair like golden light" —
And at that thought broke forth at last
The cry of anguish wild
That would no longer be repressed—
"Oh, God! my wife and child!"
"And," said tho other dying man,
"Across the sandy plain
There watch and wait for me loved ones
I'll never see again.
A little girl with dark, bright eyes
Each day waits at the door;
The father's step, the father's kiss,
Will never meet her more.
"To-day we sought each other's lives;
Death levels all that now,
For soon before God's mercy-seat
Together we shall bow.
Forgive each other while we may;
Life's but a weary game,
And. right or wrong, the morning sun
Will find us dead, the same."
The dying lips the pardon breathe,
The dying hands entwine;
The last ray dies, and over all
The stars from heavi n shine. *
The little girl with golden hair.
And on-- with dark 3yc*s bright,
On Hampshire's fields and sandy plain
Were fatherless that night.
—Lue Vernon. In L« slle's Weekly.
Eve and the Apple *
$ By Owen Oliver.
EYE and an apple overcame an an-
cestor of mine. lie would not have
wanted the apple, he said, but for
Eve. That was exactly my case.
Eve lived at No. 52 and I at No. 54.
I am not sure where the apple lived,
but it was at one of the two. It hung
on a high branch over No. 52's gar-
den, but it fattened on the soil of No.
54, for which I paid rent.
It was Eve, of course, who called
my attention to it. I heard her voice
through the open window. She lias
an attractive voice.
"Oil, look, mother!" she cried.
"There is my apple."
"llush, dear! It isn't your apple ut
all. It belongs to the people next
door."
"He isn't people," objected Eve. I
urn u bachelor.
"Anyhow, the apple is his."
"Is it?" She tossed her head. She
has a graceful way of tossing her
head. "Then he shan't have it. Mr.
Layton gave it to me every year."
Mr. Layton was my predecessor. "You
know he always lent me his Indder to
get it." I felt inclined to offer my
ladder there i nd then, but the time,
like the apple, was not ripe.
As the summer went on the apple
grew in size and beauty. Eve watched
the apple, and 1 watched Eve. She
was so nice to wateli that I did not
offer her the forbidden fruit. I re-
garded it as a hostage for her regu-
lar appearance.
"Look at its rosy cheeks, mother!"
she used to say. teasingly. "If it gets
much bigger it must drop." She
made motions expressing rapture.
"Eve, dear," her mother protested,
"you know it isn't yours."
"It would be if I had a ladder."
Then she would pive a merry little
laugh. She has a charming way of
laughing.
The apple still hung on, .however,
and grew and grew. In the dusk of
evening Eve tried to reach it. with a
clotnes prop—at least it looked like
Eve. I knew it was ti clothes prop,
becnuse she let it drop over my wall,
and it smashed Idirec panes of a cu-
cumber frame. Vext morning she
happened to be in the garden, so I
returned it with grave ceremony.
"I—I'm afraid it broke something."
she apologized.
"Not in the least," I assured her.
"I'll tell Mary Jane not to stand it
up against your wall again," she prom-
ised mendaciously.
After that the apple blushed more
furiously than ever. It was so ripe
that it was marvelous how it held on,
1 heard her say. She was probably
unaware that I had climbed up one
night and secured it with line wire.
Next she tried knocking tennis balls
at it. Of course, she never went with-
in a couple of yards. I picked up nine
balls next morning nnd restored them
to her.
"I thought they were windfalls
from my apple tree," I said, and she
fled indoors.
"I believe he was laughing at me,"
I heard her tell her mother. "Now, I
will have it."
"No, no. dear! 1 forbid you to
touch it. It's no use looking like that,
Eve. I slinll be really cross with
you."
When I came ho ne that evening the
apple wns still there, in all its glory,
but when it grew dusk I noticed ma-
neuvers with the prop going on &nce
more. Finally I heard a cry of tri-
umph, nnd the rustle of her skirts as
she ran indoors. Then I went out.
I climbed the tree, gathered about
a gallon of apples, and sent them in
with a note.
"Dear Madam: I trust you will accept
a few apples from my tree ovtrhanglrg
your garden, as I notice that there Is only
one upon your side.
"I have, however, n special reason for de-
siring that one. May I enter your garden
to gather It? Yours very truly.
"FRANK NhlWTON."
In a few minutes Sarah Ann re-
turned with Mrs. Farker's thanks, and
nn assurance that she would be
pleased for me to gather the apple
whenever I liked. So, after putting the
ladder over the wall. I went round to
their front door and kuocked. I was
shown into a cozy sitting-room. Mrs
l'arker received me very pleasantly,
but Miss Eve was rather quiet, as a
young lady should be.
"You will be surprised at my both-
ering you about a single apple," 1
said. "The lud is I want it for some
one who has particularly admired
it."
"We have noticed," said her moth-
er, with a side glance at Eve, "that
it is a singularly tine apple."
"An exceptionally fine apple," a
agreed. "It would be almost impos-
sible to match it."
"I should like to see it when you
have picked it," Mrs. Farker con-
fessed. Eve said nothing. She ap-
peared to have become absorbed in a
book.
"I'll bring it ml at once," I prom-
ised. 1 went out through the French
window and ascended the tree. No
one was looking, so I gathered an-
other tine apple from my own side.
When I returned Eve had disap-
peared.
"It doesn't look quite so large off
the tree," I suggested, placing tho
apple upon the table.
"No." said the mother, examining
it critically, "I scarcely think it does;
but it is a very tine one."
"Perhaps your daughter would like
to see it?"
"Ye—es." She laughed. "I am
afraid it will make her feel rather
envious." She rang the bell, r.iul
the servant came. "Ask Miss Eve to
ecme for a moment, please."
After a few minutes' waiting, dur-
ing which Mrs. Parker discovered
that we had some mutual friends, and
asked me to call in there sometimes,
pretty Eve reappeared, looking guilt-
ily defiant.
"Mr. Newton wants you to see his
apple, Eve, dear. Isn't it a beaut}'?"
Eve flushed and gave me a swift
glance.
**Yes," she raid, hesitatingly. She
seenul to be studying the floor rather
than the fruit.
"It might be a fel'ow to the one
that tempted Eve!" I observed, with
a smile. She traced a pattern with
her foot.
"Adam was also tempted."
"By Eve, I believe? I don't fancy
he wanted the apple much, did he?"
She blu.shed again.
"You could not have a nicer apple
than this, anyhow." She looked right
at me nt last. Her eyes said quite
plainly: "You needn't tell mother."
As if I had any such intention!
"I am glad you like it," I said, "be-
cause I want to give it to you, if I
may. I could not help noticing that
you admired it."
"There, Eve!" said her mother. "I
told you that everyone would see that
you coveted it."
"I—I am sorry," she said, in a sub-
dued little voice.
"Please don't nay that, or you will
spoil my pleasure in giving it."
"Then—I am not sorry." She took ii
with a laugh.
Soon afterward I went, assuring
Mrs. Parker that I should soon avail
myself of her kind invitation to call
again. I hope they did not hear me
laughing when I got indoors.
The next day was Sunday. In the
afternoon Eve sat under the shade of
my apple tree reading a book. So I
strolled out and looked over the wall.
"Eve," 1 remarked, "was turned out
of Paradise for stealing an apple."
She looked up and smiled. Then she
looked down.
"The annual apple on this side has al-
ways belonged to Eve," she asserted,
pretending to cut the pages of her
book. They were cut already.
"She might spare a tiny piece for
Adam," 1 suggested. She glanced at
me out of the corner of her eyes.
"Adam was better without the ap-
ple, you know," she assured me.
"Adam," 1 declared, "needed no pity
at all."
She rested her chin on one hand and
looked at me inquiringly with her big
eyes. I would.put down how she
looked, if it were possible. It isn't.
Mere ordinary charm of feature or col-
oring is common enough to have words.
lt< f I prettiness is unique, unuumeable;
little willful curves of the fea-
tures, little waves of the hair—and
"ways." She is pretty like that.
"Adam," she remarked, "lost Para-
dise and the apples."
"But he had Eve."
She studied her shoes, and I seated
myself on top of the wall.
"You have plenty of apples," she
said; "and you are not shut out of
Paradise."
"Then," I replied, promptly, "I will
come in." I did.
"How do you know this is Para
dise?" she asked, demurely.
"Eve it here."
She looked at me saucily over her
book.
"Poor Eve was much to be pltind.'
She simulated a sigh.
"Because she lost Paradise?"
"No; because she kept Adam."
"Did she mind, do you think?"
"Well—you see, it was just a very
little bit her fault that he ate the
apple." It V
"She would have eaten every scrap
herself if she had been a modern Eve."
She looked up nt the desecrated
bough and laughed. A stray sunbeam
danced in her eyes, like the dazzle of
diamonds.
"I think she could be persuaded to
share it with the modern Adam," she
stated.
Thereupon she dived uoder the chair
cushion nnd produced i
"Now you have Paradise—and the
apple." she told me.
"Thej are nothing," I said, feelingly,
"compared with—Eve."
But Eve—my dainty little Eve--ls
coming to No. 54 in the spring. It will
save any further dispute, she savs,
nbout the apple.—Madame.
PREVENTION OF MOTHS.
The lue of Hi oil I ph Ide of (nrbon I.
Hariiently Advocated l>> n \\n*li-
i It It ton Med lea I Man.
Every season somebody gets out a
Hew form of discouragement to the en-
terprising and voracious clothes moth.
Sometimes it is a scientific or pseiido-
scientific preventive; sometimes it is a
patent remedy upon which the insect
fairly thrives and multiplies. The lat-
est method is the invt ution of Dr. A.
K. Fisher, of Washington, w ho doesn't
wish to patent or sell it. but altruistic-
ally disseminates through the de-
partment of agriculture the result of
his attempts to preserve clothing from
the insect promoter of the tailoring in-
dustry. The department doesn't offi-
cially vouch for the effectiveness of the
tnethod, but considers it worthy of a
place in one of its recent pamphlets.
The preventive has the merit of sim-
plicity and cheapness. It presupposes
the possession of a wooden chest in
which to pack the clothing. In the
cover of the chest Dr. Fisher bores a
large auger hole and fastens a sponge
below it. Through the hole he pours a
few drops of bisulphide of carbon, and
the sponge absorbs it. Then he corks
up the hole tightly. The fumes of the
carbon arc disseminated through the
chest, and w hen the designing moth ar-
rives with a view of depositing eggs
there—eggs which would eventually
hatch into small but active worms,
with ambitions to cat unsymmetiieal
holes in the most prominent portions
of the expensive clothes around the
place—the odor assails its nostrils and
it flits on to a more healthful locality.
The inventor of this scheme says that
ti nee he has employed it not a single
moth has invaded his clothing.—N. Y.
; Sun.
MKS. BLAKE PROTESTS.
Ic Oat (if lltinior Ileonuae Ml
Not Elected Lp:idiv of the
fraKe A..O< ttlon,
Mrs. Lillie Devercux who, wit
j her friends, threatens ifo displace Mrs.
Carrie C hapman Catt the leader of
, the womai. suffragists, is regarded as
in many respects a more capable worn-
j an than the recently elected president
of the suffrage association. Mrs. Catt.
it is charged, has never accomplished
I anything worth talking about forwom-
, eli. whereas Mrs. 1'lake has devoted 30
| of her 00 years of life to the cause. Be-
j sides. Mrs. 1'lake has been prominent
I in every movement having for its object
the amelioration of woman's condition,
without reference to the franchise. She
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GIRL FRESCO PAINTER.
> inan. of Chicago, iln
Notable Work an
So many young women have taken
up interior decoration in the past few
years and have done so weU that this
very lucrative art seems destined to
fall to the gentler sex by right of pos-
j session and perfection.
Ten years ago a woman decorator
was a curiosity. Even six years ago.
j when Miss Louise It. Twyman, the sub-
ject of this sketch, under the tutelage
| of her father, opened a studio in Chi-
cago, she was considered the pioneer
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MIIS LILLIE DEVEREUX BLAKE.
is a capable lecturer and writer, and her
pen litis never been idle. Mrs. Catt, on
the other hand, has, it is alleged, spent
more of her time reading poetry and
raising flowers than in helping her sis-
ters. Mrs. Blake is a nathi of North
Carolina. In 1855 she married Frank
( . 1'insted, who left her a widow with
two children dependent on her. For
ten years she earned her own living and
educated her children with tho money
she made out of her literary work. In
I860 she mairied Grenfill hlake. of New-
York, and since then has resided in
that city. The threatened secession
from the old association and the organ-
ization of an opposition society with
Mrs. Blake as its president finds favor
among many of the most progressive
of the suffragists in New York.
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MISS TWYMAN AT WORK.
deeorator and was generally stared at
and wondered at. says an exchange.
She decorated, among others, the
luxurious library in the house of Mrs.
Frederick Winston, in North State
6treet, Chicago; the reception hall and
drawing-room of Mrs. Horatio May. in
Astor street, and frescoed after her
own designs the drawing-room of Mrs
William Bradburn.of Prairie avenue, at
Chicago.
Miss Twyman's methods differ from
those of fresco painters in general. To
her fresco painting is not a trade to be
learned by apprenticeship so much as
an art full of the soul and appreciation
of beauty. Her preference is for still
life a her style is bold, strong and mas-
culine, nnd has all the elements of real
genius. Miss Twyman is a thorough-
ly progressive and modern young wom-
an. One of the expressions of her ad-
vanced ideas is found in her costume.
In her work she wears a pair of blue
denim bloomers, which huve acquired
such wonderful dashes of coloring that
they rival Joseph's coat in variety, but
she says they are the pride of her
heart.
Hoynl Women a* Colonels.
The present German emperor insti-
tuted the custom of appointing for-
eign royal women colonels of (ier-
man regiments. He named hiAgrand-
mother, Queen Victoria, colonel of the
First Prussian dragoon guards, and
since then a large number of sov-
ereign women have been similarly
honored. The young queen of the
Netherlands was delighted when be
gave her a regiment, and when n dep-
utation of officers from the regiment
called on her at The Hague she enter-
tained them right royally.
Ironlna by- Electricity.
In the laundry of an insane asylum
at Pontiac, Mich., electric irons instead
of gas irons huve proved to be peculiar-
ly adapted for insane asylum service
where most of the work is done by
the patients. There Is no chance of
their setting anything on fire with the
irons, and as the irons are kept at an
even temperature, they do not require
the exercise of judgment in changing
them.
COLORING EASTER EGGS.
To Give Them Tint* ¥lmt W ill He
Smooth and Even In Not a Very
Hard Taxi*.
"Easter-egg time" is not so very far
away now, and the question of coloring
them will soon come up ugain.
A variety of fancy eggs can be made
from one package of dyes. Purchase a
package containing four colors, red,
blue, yellow and violet being pleasing
colors. Thedaybeforethecoloring is to
be done dissolve each color separately
and put into bottles. The next day se-
lect perfectly fresh eggs and wash
them clean. If obtainable, use some
very small eggs. Put a few of the eggs
into a kettle of cold water and let them
boil ten or fifteen minutes; long boil-
ing renders eggs more digestible. Only
u few should be cooked nt a time, as
they must be dipped into the dye while
hot, so as to dry the coloring immedi-
ately, or they will not be nice.
Pour the dyes into an old bowl or
some deep dish. To produce a variety
of colors from the four kinds of dye
j proceed as follows: Dip one-half of an
; t gg into one color and the other half
: into another. Paste a half-inch strip
of paper around a white-shelled egg;
dip one end of the egg as far as the
paper extends in the red dye, nnd then
the other end in the blue dye. When
the paper is removed you will have a
pretty red, white and blue egg. You
can produce from two to three differ-
ent shades from one color. For in-
stance dip an egg into the yellow dye
to produce yellow, then add a little wa-
ter to the dye to produce a light orange,
add a little more water to produce lem-
on,, and proceed in the same way with
the other colors. Roll the eggs over in
the dye two or three times until they
are evenly colored. — Cincinnati En-
quirer.
t'nrrot* nnd Complexion.
A woman of 70. who does'not look 40,
has in a few weeks won herself nn enor-
mous following among the women of
New York and of some of the adjoining
towns. She carries the secret of per-
petual youth with her. and as it lies
largely in a question of hygienic living,
she has not yet antagonized the doc-
tors, says Harper's Bazar. She recom-
mends, among other things, the drink-
ing of a goodly supply of water daily,
and the eating of a grated carrot be-
fore breakfast. The effect of the car-
rots may noi be visible at once, but in
a few weeks one will notice a certain
captivating gloss on the hair and a
clearness in the eyes and complexion
altogether new. She is absolutely with-
out embarrassment in her criticism of
her pupils, no matter how large the au-
dience.
Arl of !*weeplni; Carpet*.
Many a carpet is prematurely worn
out by injudicious sweeping. Si iff car-
pet brooms und the stout arms of in-
experienced maids are their destruc-
tion. In sweeping thick-piled carpets,
such as Axminster and Turkey carpets,
the maid should be instructed to brush
always the way of the pile; by so doing
they may be kept clean for years, but
if the broom if used in a different way,
all the dust will enter the carpet ami
soon spoil it. Without the greatest
care and some little knowledge, furni-
ture nnd paint, by being knocked about
by the broom, may soon receive nn ir-
reparable amount of damage.—Troy
(N. Y.) Time^
A POOR TOWN TO LIVE IN.
There's a queer little town -1 wonder If
you've seen It—
"L« ts-some-one-else-do-lt" 'a tho name
of the place,
And all of the people, who've lived there
for age*.
Their family tret
The Street
untidy.
And almost d
f this town, so
rtcd from
the Wearies can
so Hi-kept and
lorning till
Are "In-just-H-mlnute ' you'll see on the
lamp-post—
"Oh-weil-there's-no-hurry" and "Yea-
pretty-soon."
The principal work that they do in this
hamlet
(There Isn't a person who thinks it a
crime)
Ib loafing and dozing, hut mast of the peo-
ple
Are engaged in the traffic of just-killing-
time.
I pray you. don't dwell in this town over-
crowdsd;
There nre others near by It most won-
drous fair.
The roads that lead to them—and each one
Is open
Are Push." "Pluck" and "Ready,"
"This-mlnute" and "I>ure."
—Adalbert b\ CuldwHI. hi S. fl. Times.
HOMEMADE COMPASS.
How to I'ut Together a Toy Which
Affords Amusement an Well as
Instruction.
Get u piece of a mainspring to n
rat eli, from three to five inches long,
t can be straightened by passing re-
peatedly between the thumb and finger
f held firmly. Now , if you have noth-
,n«f better, take nn old file ami grim!
HABITS OF KACCO'JNS.
They Are M l cl leron« and Pretty*
anil l-'ond ol Not* nnd fruit* u*
W eli m Fat Chickens.
A few years ago, in the top of s
large hollow tree in u moist bit of |
woods in northern Pennsylvania,
there lived a family of four young
raccoons. Their mother, with a feel-
ing common to all mothers, ibought
these four, fluffy, frolicsome young-
sters to be the finest babies in the
world. All went well with the li11Is-
fellows while the\ remained in the
hollow tree, under the care of their
wise old mother As they grew older,
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FREE RURAL DELIVERY.
Till* I* a s- bjeet In \\ hlch Kver ^Pro-
gressive Farmer MliOuld Take a
Deep Interest.
The advantages of a free mail deliv-
ery in the country are so manifold
that the subject should be of vital in-
terest to every farmer. And if coun*
try people were as alive to their own
interest as they should be, a daily
mail would soon be an established
fact in every farm community.
The superintendent of the bureau ol
free delivery notes and reports the
following benefits growing out of tha
system:
First, a marked increase in the posti
nl receipts, many routes alreudy sup*
porting themselves; second, a decider)
advance in the value of farm lands in
communities reached by rural free
delivery, the advance being moder
ately estimated at three to fite dol-
lars per acre; third, a pronounced im
provement in the condition that roads,
u« it is made a condition that roads
however, they felt a desire
the big world outside, nnd. according-
ly, fell into the habit of taking long
rambles by night.
II was while returning home enrly
one morning from one of these ram-
bles that the prettiest one of the lot
came face to face with a bright-eyed
boy of about 14. For n moment, both
were too frightened to move; but the
boy soon recovered and made a pris-
FOOLED THROUGH THE EYES.
THERE is nothing of which we are
more sure than of that we Bee—yet
there i-1 nothing In which we are
more easily deceived. Anyone would de-
ride in a momr-nt that the left-hand figure
Inclosing a dog is the smaller of the two
In th« picture -but it Ian t Both of these
are exactly the s:ime size, as measure-
ment will prove Why do we think that one
Is larger than the other? Because the top
and bottom lines of tho left-hand figure
run toward each other on the rl^ht, i;nd
this makes the figure reem smaller than
the one next to it, although a compass
or file the small end, or handle, lo n
sharp point. Then strike this punch
with a hammer into the middle of the
steel so as lo make a little dent; then
give the steel a little bend at this point.
Now dri\e a nail through a little block
of wood and sharpen the nail to a long
point. You are now ready to balance
the steel on the standard, made of the
sharpened nail. If the work has been
carefully done the steel will balance
nicely upon the point of the nail, us
shown in the drawing.
Now comes an essential part of the
proceedings, and not a difficult part if
1 you have a magnet. If you haven't one,
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HOMEMADE COMPASS.
/ou will have to find some one who
has. At some other time I may tell you
how you can magnetize your needle
without a magnet. To magnetize the
compass needle, lay it upon a smooth
surface, and with one pole or end of
the magnet stroke the steel from near
its middle to one end,- and with the
other end or pole stroke the other end
of the steel from the middle to the
Other end. This should be repeated
until the steel is thoroughly magnet-
ized. If now the needle be balanced up-
on its support it may dip a little. This
can be remedied by breaking off a little
of the heavy end. Try different metals
on your needle, and see if all act upon
it in just the same way. -Orange Judd
Farmer.
\u |f««tioaats WM9.
One of the eccentricities of Sir John
Lubbock, who was recently raised to
the peerage, is his fondness for live
insects as pests. He once made a fa-
vorite of a wasp he cnught in Spain,
ami the insect grew so fond of him
that it would lie still in his haud to be
ttroked.
will prove that they are of precisely the
same size. Now, If the two pictures of the
f..t Iman and 111<• letM man arc otmrvi i,
everyone will say that the lean man is
the taller of the two, hut th*-y are really
exactly the sarin heigh* The reason of
this deception Is that * stout man, be-
cause of the hrniidth ii figure, NeeniS
shorter. This expla ie very common
phrase. ' thin at, I i . t lioness con-
tributing to the inn n Ion of netffht. Tha
importance of proportion for beauty, either
in person or In art. is demonstrated by this
example.-—St. Louis Ulobe-Democrat.
oner of the poor little raccoon. For a
time the little captive bore his im-
prisonment very sullenly; but good
food and kind treatment soon
changed his wild, shy nature into a
spirit of love and confidence. When
he had attained full size his appear-
ance was between that of a fox and
a bear, on a smaller scale, of coursc.
For the benefit of our girls und
boys interested in nature, our friend,
Mr. K. A. Sterling, sends a photograph
of this pretty and intelligent little
animal climbing up the big limb of u
tree.
In the wild state the raccoon always
conducts himself like a perfect little
gentleman. Mis favorite feeding-
grounds are along the shady banks
of streams, or in some swampy bit of
woods, where can be found those large
delicious frogs he loves so well. He
has, however, no scruples against go-
infc out into the flelds and orchards
in search of nuts, fruits and green
'.orn; and, moreover, when Dame For-
tune puts nice fat poultry in his way
Mr. Kaccoon is too much of a gentle-
man to refuse them, which often gets
him into trouble with the farmer, lie
also eats mice, rats, insects, eggs—in
fact is almost omnivorous. He is ac-
tive day nnd night.
A curious and interesting habit of
raccoons is that of washing all their
food in water. It matters not wheth-
er they have an ear of corn, a nice
clean berry or a big fat bug, they
will always seek a little pool of wa-
ter and carefully dip the object in it
several times before conveying it to
their mouth. St. .Nicholas.
MIIL Direct from tbe Cow.
Mrs. Morey of Coney Island, New
York, peddles milk, but she doesn't
keep a horse and wagon. Instead of
that she drives her cow around to the
houses of her customers,, and while
they wait Mrs. Morey says, "So, Hess!"
to the sleek-looking cow, and proceeds
to milk the desired quantity. In this
way each customer is ussured that the
milk received is fresh and free from
adulteration. This custom of leading
the cow from door to door was a corn
mon practice in this country many,
many years ago. and in parts of Kurope
the milch cows or goats are still mudj
to serve iu the place c f the modern
milk wagon.
Good Mules In Drmnnd.
Considering what it has cost to
produce him the mule is selling as
well as any other live stock just now.
Good big mules are comparatively
scarce, and the buyers for the Brit-
ish government have relieved thq
market of a goodly number of thq
smaller and medium-sized animals,
Breeders of mules, like breeders o\
horses, restricted their operation^
during the depression, with the re-
sult that there is only a mod era tq
supply now at a time of extraor*
dlnary requirements. Everything
points to a revival of mule breeding
now. Breeders of jacks report an urn
pieccdentcd demand for good mulq
getters.—National Stockman.
If a cow has had a fair showing from
hnr owner in the pasture and stable, she
should remain a profitable milker fcr it
Tears, and sometimes longer.
f
EARLY SI'HING SCENE.
(There Are Lots of Roads Like This In
This Country.)
shall be kept in good condition;
fourth, better prices to farmers for
produce, by being in closer touch with
the market; fifth, educational advan*
tages.
And these arc only a few of th«
benefits which wideawake country
people can readily see for themselvei
will uccrue to them from a free daily
m .11.
Deprived of many social privileges,
country people depend more upon
their reading matter to keep in touch
with the spirit of the times, than da
their cit? bsighbors, who nuy depend
more upsn the daily association with
their fell own ien to keep them up to
dato.
And with new and improved farm
m .*hincrv comes more leisure to the
1 arrorr for reading nnd study, and
with the improved conditions a great-
er desire for mental development and
a realization that self-culture is their
only salvation from growing rusty
und falling down intellectually.
It w true that many farmers think
it is not worth while to take many
papers and magazines when they can
get their mail only once or twice a
week, and the accumulation of read-
ing matter becomes stale and unprofit-
able, but a daily delivery would soon
change this feature of the case, for no
class of people feel the need of keep-
ing in touch with the outside world
through the medium of the press
more than those who reside in iso-
lated farm communities.
The independent farm telephone ia
with tis, and with free mail delivery
the isolation of farm life, of which wo
hear so much, would be u thing of the
past, and ftirtn people who live up to
their privileges will be enabled to
keep up with the proscession in this
progressive age. and also receive some
substantial benefits from the federal
government, of which they are now
deprived. And should congress see fit
to shut out all matter of a fraudulent
type from the mails, millions of dol-
lars would be saved to the government
for free rural delivery.—Lizzy Clarke
Hardy, in National Rural.
(owi with Pompadour Talla.
The cow's tail doesn't bother p cer-
tain llolstein dairyman while milking.
Stepping in his stables, I noticed that
just out of reach of my hat. about seven
feet from the floor, above the cow's
hips, a No. 9 wire, drawn tight, ran
the whole length of the stable. On
this, in the rear of each stall, was a
small ring or a harness clasp, from
which hung a stout cord attached at
its lower end to the cow's tail at about
the point where the brush or long hair
begins. This cord was long enough to
allow the animal to switch with com-
fort. The device answers the purpose,
but the sight of a stable full of cows
with pompadour tails is sure to pro-
voke a smile.—M. G. Kains, in Farm
ind Home.
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