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THE HOUSEH OLD-"Supplement.

 

 

THE LITTLE WHITE KING.

The king in his carriage is riding by,
The little white king so fair;
Rob-ed in ermine and crownel with gold—
Daintiest raiment his soft limbs enfold—
Claiming obeisance of young and of old
With right imperial a’r.

The king in his carriage is riding by,
The little white king so sweet;
And his lzyal subjects linger to trace
The winsome smile on the baby face,
While humbly they sue ft r his royal grace,
Who holds the world at his feet.

Make room, make ro:m forthe little white king
The little white king so dear;
For we hear with his passing a flash of wings,
A tar—off thrilling of sweet harp strings,
And our hearts uplift to holier things,
While heaven itself seems near.
—The Empire.

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"- How shall I a habit break?"
As you did that habit make;
As you gathered you must lose
As you yielded, now refuse;
Thread by thread the strands do twist,
Till they bind us i1( ck and wrist,
Thread by thread the patient hand,
Must untw ine ere free we stand;
As we bullded, stone by stone,
We must toil, unhelped, alone,
' Till the wall is overthrown.
—J0lm Boyle O‘Re‘illy.

__...__..__.
BOYS ON THE FARM

I was quite interested in the “cause of
the decline of population in the rural dis-
tricts” as discussed by the Webster Farm-
ers’ Club and reported in last we.k’s
FARMER. Some of the reasons given for
a decline are probably valid—or would be,
if the decline was actual in this State, as it
is in some of the Eastern States. I spent
several weeks in New York this summer,
and often in the course of my drives,
observed tumbie‘down, deserted farm-
houses, the small holdings having been ab-
sorbed by a farmer ambitious of owning
more land and the former owners having
“ gone West ” or to town. But I noticed
the empty, abandoned homes more fre-
quently in the vicinity of villages, and I
saw the ruins of many a mill and black-
smith’s forge, many a wayside inn and
wagon shop—more of them than of de-
serted farmhouses. And I accounted for
it easily, and I think logically, by ascrib-
ing the decay of these once flourishing
industries to the centraliza‘ion of manu~
facturin g plants, made necessary by com.
petition, whichmade these small establish
ments, once doing fairly profitable busi-
ness and supporting a small force of em-
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they were either given up entirely, or re-
moved where better manufacturing facili-
ties and cheaper transportation were to be
obtained; and of course the employes must
follow.

Most men, in discussing the question of
“ how to keep the boys on the farm ” talk
as if the boys were anxious to leave, while
they—the fathers—were desirous to have
them remain. I should like to ask some
parents I know what inducements they
ever offered their sons to stay on the farm.
A young man of any ambition and energy
will not stay at home to be practically
ignored in the management of the farm on
which his revenue depends, and see things
run in the old ruts, every suggestion
sneered at, every plan for improvements
vetoed, and be subject to arbitrary dicta-
tion against his own better judgment. If a
man wants his son to stay on the farm and
the son is worth having stay, let him make
a fair, square, business proposition, making
it an object for the young man, and giving
him something to look forward to besides
the everlasting grind that takes the ambi-
tion out of a boy quicker than an attack of
malaria

Again, the owner of three or four boys
and a 160 acre farm cannot expect those
sons to settle down and make a living on
an area he himself probably considered
only large enough for himself when he be-
gun, and which he—wisely l admit—pro-
poses to keep in his own possession as long
as he has need of it. The young men look
forward to ahome and revenue of their
own. The father cannot give it to them,
they can not earn a farm save with long and
persistent self-denial and economy such as
the young men of to-day don’t take to
very kindly—what is there left for them
to do only leave‘the farm and try to make
a living in some other business?

It is more often the knowledge that it is
aquestion of independence and business
necessity for him to leave, rather than a
repugnance to the farm or the country,
that sends the boy to town. Three sons on
a 160-acre farm are two sons too many, ac-
cording to most farmers’ ideas of size of
farms, and so the two sons go. What else
can they do? And if they all remained on
the farms and became producers, would
not alarger surplus of agricultural prov
duo’s bring about an era of still lower
prices? Let them go to town, by all means.
They become consumers of the products
of the farm;they live as well as if they
were on a farm; some of them grow rich
and prosperous, and all of them are valu-

 

able recruits to the cities and towns, which
thrive by the introduction of this new,
vigorous, bound~to~ get-a‘living-anyhow ele-

ment. BEATRIX.
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"A WORD TO THE WISE."

 

Nothing more surely shows the culture
and refinement of the family than the
language used by the children. Many a
child, well trained in other respects, will
use inclegant and inaccurate expressions,
and violate the simplest rules of grammar,
with a freedom which would not be tolerat-
ed by the mother were the question one of
table etiquette or drawing-room manners.

I should consider the fault in a child of
eating with his knife, even, to be preferred
to that of habitually using such an expres-
sion as “I hain‘t,” “I seen,” or a like
error, inasmuch as the tongue is the most
unruly member and is therefore the most
difficult to control.

It is folly to wait until a child is old
enough to enter even an elementary school,
before beginning the task of teaching him
correct use of the English language. “ Use
is second nature,” and a habit once ac-
quired is very difficult to erase. He is in
the highest degree a creature of imitation;
and as soon as he is able to understand,
long before he can form his ideas into
sentences, he is eagerly imbibing the
opinions and modes of expression from
those surrounding him.

It is an error to suppose that a child
will more readily understand a coarsely
spoken sentence than one in which grace
of diction and perfect grammar are used.
In reading him his twilight s‘ory select
one in pure and accurate English. It is
distasteful and distressing to see, in our
best youths’ papers and magazines, so
many stories written in an uncouth
language, supposed to be the dialect be-
longing to the province in which the plot
of the story is placed. From a literary
point of view they may be masterpieces,
but wait until a child can comprehend
this before giving them to him in un-
limited quantities.

It is another great mistake to suppose
that the small mind will be pleased with
nothing but childish fiction. I have re-
peatedly gathered my three little ones
around me in their small rocking chairs, a
doll lovingly clasped in each one’s arms,
and read to them the old fashioned stories,
and poems that will never grow old. I
think I can awaken as much enthusiasm in
their small hearts by a bit of history en-
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worn tale of Mother hubbard or Simple
Simon. If I dared, I would whisper very,
very low, that I do not consider Mother
Goose’s melodies absolutely indispensable
in a family of little ones. Treason? I
suppose so, but I fail to see anything very
elevating or instructive in the dissertation
on Peter Piper or Goosy, Goosy Gander.

“As the twig is bent the tree is in-
clined,” and a child accustomed to hearing
correct language and perfect grammar
until he is six or seven years old, will not
be likely to develop into a “ slangy ” girl
or coarse spoken boy.

As the mother is-or should be—the
closest companion during these early-years,
a great power of education l.es in her
hands; and in being particular to herself
use chaste and beautiful language, she is
imperceptibly givir g to him a moral train-
ing as well as an intellectual accomplish-
ment. HANNAH.

Gmss LAKE

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WAKING VISIONS.

I would interpret the “ dreams ” sent by
M. E. H. in this way: These are Oriental
word paintings with Christ left out; they
may be seen any day in heathen lands
where woman is either the pampered play-
thing of her lord and master, or his mis.
erable drudge and slave. Christianize
these lands and woman will stand where
God intended she should stand, as man’s
equal, in some respects his superior; not
only a helpmate for him but a help meet
for him. I think it pretty much “ bcsh”—
all this talk about man’s oppression. No
doubt there are bad men even among
those who hold good respectable positions
in society, but there are also women with
whom an angel woufd find existence a thing
notto be prayed for. I don’t think the bal-
lot-box would remedy these things. Give
woman the ballot and you impose the
duty of exercising its privileges; surely
we have duties enough already. With
all due regard for the noble army of
women who think otherwise, I cannot see
how woman may be aided or politics
purified by dragging her into their mire.

An interpretation of those dreams may
be found by quoti: g the Syrian proverb,

“There are three classes who have no
souls, Bedouin Arabs, muleteers and
women. '

Beatrix is right. Let those of us who
are mothers train the boys of the rising
generation—yes, and the girls too; there is
some danger of the girls of today growing
up to believe that all their brothers are
good for is to help them to shine. Any
room is good enough for Hezekiah, he is
nothing but a great boy with muddy boots.

Now I think the boys should have just as

good a room as the girls, with their

pictures, their books and their belongings
nicely arranged for them; the sweeping
and dusting done for them, and then let
them keep the room to suit themselves.

But above all else give the boy conven-

iences for making his ‘toilet in his room,

then when he leaves home for a visit he
will not come around the kitchen sink in

other; educate them side by side, and old

explanation that he did not wish to make
trouble by washing in his room.
Train the boys and girls to help one an-

time prejudices, if any yet remain, will dis-
appear. For my own part, the world and
the men in it have accorded me all that I
deserve, perhaps the more so that I never
felt that God designed me for any “ lord-
ling’s slave.”

I had adream myself the other day while
taking a nap on the couch. I was the
wife of aman who never raises any garden
vegetables, believing it cheaper to buy. I
had made my breakfast cf pork with fried
potatoes and felt that a change would be
welcome for dinner. So calling Azariah
I requested him to drive round by neigh-
bor L-—’s and see whether squashes were
ripe and secure a dozen good ones. After
I had waited two hours I saw him return-
ing with a load of beans. He stopped at the
gate long enough to call out that the bugs
destroyed their vines and they could not
spare any. Calling Hezekiah I ordered him
to take the pony and go irr mediatelv to
another neighbor’s and see whether they
would have fifty heads of cabbage to spare,
and bring one back at once for dinner. I
also saw my better half getting ready to
go to town and requested him to procure
a dozen bunches of celery. At ten minutes
past eleven Hezekiah returned with the an-
nouncement that he fou- d on the way
there that a herd of cattle had broken into
our (cm and he had been all this time
getting them out, and with the air of a
mart) r be said he did not care whether he
had cabbage or not. I tried to feel re-
signed, and went to work to get the meat
and potatoes ready for dinner. thankful
that I had made some apple pies; just got
it all ready when the man of the house re-
turned and I called for the celery. “Oh, a

raise them, but I couldn’t shake the fellow

was just about to cry when “ Mamma,

grapes.

MRS. W. J. G.

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time.
HOWELL.

oven, at moderate temperature.

fool of a tree ptddlcr pitched on to me to
buy a lot of berry bushes. I told him it
was cheaper to buy our berries than to

'ofl and so I forgot all about the celery.” I
was too much disappointed to scold, and

come, wake up; dinner is ready,” said my
dutiful daughter Keziah. I rose bewilder-
ed and went to the table, where I found a
bountiful dinner; and I realized that the
man whose wife I am believes in a garden.
We had from said garden on the dinner
table that day potatoes, cabbage, raw to-
matoes, celery, and for dessert watermelon
and muskmelcn, also beautiful Diana
Our dinner was good enough for
any one, and I cannot think of any part of
it but the sugar, salt and pepper that was
not produced on the farm; so I propose to
teach my boys that it pays to havea garden
and not to let it grow up to weeds in a busy

AN easy way to cook pumpkin is to wash
it and set it whole and unpared in the
It will
gradually soften. When it is so soft that
it yields to the touch take it out and scoop
out the inside with aspoon, putting through

A NEW CORRESPONDENT ASKS A
WELCOME.
1 have been a reader of this cheery little
paper nearly two years, and have often
felt as if I must say something. I thought
I would answer M. E. H. in regard to the
”three dreams” but was busy and the
days went by, and then Beatrix expressed
my sentiments exactly. I think women
generally have things about as they want
them. If they do not. it is circumstances,
not men, who are to blame. I know there
are exceptions. Some women are oppresed.
by mean, stingy or lazy husbands; and so
are some men by extravagant, bad-tem-
pered or jealous wives.
I have often wondered if Bruno was
married yet and how his sister managed.
If she was one of the good girls we read
about she would stay and be the minister-
ing angel of the household, but as she is a
flesh and blood woman I think she had
better make her home elsewhere—for
awhile anyway. lf I was left to take
care of myself I wonder in what way it
would be done! I could not give music
lessons, trim bonnets, make dresses or do
washings. Guess I would try to be a com-
panion to some ni‘e old lady who would
want me to read to her and write her let-
ters. I could do that. Ifelt sorry for
“Mrs. Joe” last summer. I think I know
her. Silas and I and one of the boys went
huckleberry'ng one day and we went to
Mr. Joe’s marsh too. I am sure that we
kept in the path, shut every gate, put up
every bar and left things just as we found
them. We saw men lying under the
trees in their front yard but supposed they
were visitors. I do not wonder Mrs. Joe
was provoked, I would be too. Next
summer I would put up a sign saying
“ No loafing in the front yard.” I would
keep one comb and brush on purpose to
lend, and they would have to do as long
as there was me tooth in the comb and
one bristle in the brush. When the last
tooth and bristle had gone the way of the
others I would offer the handle with a
sweet smile and say “That is the best I

can do.” If Beatrix says I may come
again I will. REBECCA.
noun. '

[Of course you may come again. Is not
the HOUSEHOLD the most hospitable of
families, with its latch string always out?
Nothing makes its Editor so happy as
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VISITING.

The prospect of ahearty welcome brings
me again to the HOUSEHOLDranks. Sick-
ness in our family has kept me very busy
of late, but our little paper has proved a
comfort in time of sorrow and trouble.
Three weeks ago we laid away another of
car treasures, our youngest, our baby
boy; I can sympathize with those who
have losses and trials; it seems hard to
have a repetition of ours of one year age,
but we know it is all for the best.

What a lovely time our friend A. L. L.
is having on hertrip away to Alaska and
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his hostess’ house in the morning, with the

a colander to take out the seeds.

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tempts me to tell about my visit last Fri-
day. It was not on velvet cushions in a
palace car, nor yet on board a stately
sailing vessel, or in an elegant carriage. Oh
no; I was seated on a wide board on a
single wagon without box. Our horse
brought from'the dear old southern home
furnished the propelling power; myself
and a friend set sail (and quite rapid sail
too, for she is a horse of extremes, either
running or plodding). We reached our des-
tination in a short time. The house of our
beloved hostess was not such as we see in
the south. It is a log house, but the warm,
hearty greeting we received was as good as
gold. The kind, smiling face of my dear
friend did me good before listening to her
voice. Oh how many times l’ve thought
since then, if all were like sweet Mrs.
R———, with a kind loving word for every
one! Such women are rare indeed, but
when we know them their very presence
gives us strength and encouragement;
their Christian character elevates and con-
vinces us of the nobility and refinement to
be reached by cultivating the habit of al-
ways speaking kindly of every one.

Perhaps “ Ungracious ” is right that the
primeval forest, log houses and neighbors
going visiting are things of the past, but
for me I would rather ride behind an ox-
team or walk three or four miles feeling
sure of the welcome I received at the log
housaof my dearest friend, than visit in
an elegant brick or brown stone front of
modern times. I find many excellent
people here who (with myself) detest gossip
and with whom one can converse intelli-
gently and gain instruction. Who of our
HOUSEHOLDEBB have read “Without a
Home,” by E. P. Roe? I have just
finished it. A friend loaned it to me. We
have some very fine, well educated people,
even here in the woods.

WOLvnnrNE. MAYBELLE.

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ABOUT BULBS.

 

The article on bulbs in the HOUSEHOLD
a few weeks ago was of special interest to
me, because I tried it last year, with re-
sults so satisfactory that I think of banish-
ing all other plants this winter. But I
want, to ask Beatrix about lilies of the
valley in the house. Last fall I read
various wise things about their cul ure in-
doors and tried to profit by them, but only
one green leaf ever appeared and that soon
withered. Should they be kept warmer
than other bulbs? .

My hyacinths were most satisfactory,
one white one sent up three blossom stalks.
A double yellow narcissus and a yellow
parrot tulip were fine also.

Can some of the HOUSEHOLD readers tell
me how quinces should be pruned? Much?
or little, and when?

The HOUSEHOLD is' a valuable little
paper for housekeepers and I hope its days
are to be long in the land.

JACKSON. A. R. DnPUY.

[Lilies of the valley must be allowed to
suffer a good freeze or two before being
grown in pots in the house. Perhaps our.
correspondent tried to force immature
pips. If the pips were strong and healthy
and had had the foretaste of winter which

  

 

is necessary to them, we see no reason why
they should not have grown and bloomed.
They do not require more heat than other
bulbs—ED ]

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YELLOWSTONE PARK.
(Concluded)

To return from this digression, or look-
ing back over the route, Iwill speak of the
Upper Basin. Here, perhaps a hundred
yards from the hotel, on a mound of
geyserite, is located “ Old Faithful,” the
most celebrated of the geysers. The mound
is twelve or fifteen feet 1 igh, with a cone
rising four or five feet higher; perhaps six
or eight feet in diameter. Once in sixty-
five minu'cs, day and night, winter and
summer, true to its name, its work is on
exhibition. Its eruptions begin with a few
warning jets, then up goes acolumn of
water the size of the crater, to the height
of 150 to 200 feet. Jet after jet follows,
and as each is falling while the next
ascends higher, it gives the (fleet of a
regular cascade. Soon the force of the
eruption abates, the height of the column
grows less, until in about five minutes it
has settled to repose, except the dense
clouds of steam that hoarsely hiss for
some time longer. When the eruption is
seen at sunrise, it is especially fine; as the
sun’s rays strike the rising water and steam,
athousand broken rainbows are formed,
makingadazzling picture. Most of the
geysers in this basin, of which there are 26,
have their cones rising from terraced bills
or mounds, formed of layers of deposit.
There are said to be over 400 springs and
pools; many of these are of rare beauty in
color, of immense depth, and of crystal
clearness of water. Sometimes several
geysers will be playing at the same time;
the earth is full of rumbling sounds and a
quivering is felt, not reassuring to weak
nerves. New geysers have developed
since observations have been taken, and
some have closed. Several of the most
important geysers have pools near them,
which are called “indicators,” as the dis-
turbance of their waters gives indication

that the geysers will soon be in action.

Among the most notable of the geysers
in this basin are the Sawmill, which works
with a harsh, burring sound; the Grotto, a
cone of wonderful formation of arches,
cells and pillars, all encrusted with a daz
zling beaded lustre; the Fan, which p1a;s
in diverging jets; the Riverside, which
shoots a curved column into the river; the
Beehive, whose hum suggests an immense
swarm, and which. though small, sends a
column of water 200 feet high; the Sponge,
a strange formation, unlike any other, of
the color of a new sponge, and with in-
dented and perforated walls; the Castle,
whose immense crater simulates the form
that gives its name; the Lion, Lioness and
Cubs, agroup of two large and two small
geysers; the Giant and Giantess, two large
and active geysers; the Grand, so called
from its frequent and long continued
action; the Turban, a curiously formed
cone; the Oblong, whose crater is 30 by 50
feet in size; and the Splendid, a new

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in the formation, but Without any com,
and throws its stream at a sharp angle,
instead of upward.

There are many others of note which
we did not have time or strength to vifli
Some springs are mere cells in the foam.»
tion; others have basins of unknown depth,
and vary from five feet to 100 or morein
diametsr. The paint pots are found in
several localities, are of various sizes and
colorings. There are others that areonly
of a whitish-gray color, and are called.
“Mud-Puffs." I heard the theory adr-
vanced that this is the first stage of the
geyser; that its agitation gradually settles
or throws over the sediment that makes
the paste, and the forces below gradually
clear it, until a clear spring or a spouting
geyser results.

Morning Glory spring is a pool twenty
feet in diameter, and its shape and the
clear throat-like center, together within
beautiful coloring, make its name singu~
larly appropriate. Artimesia spring is
60 feet in diameter, gently overflowing.
The formation round this spring is unlike
any others we saw; much harder and green
in hue. In many places one might start in
see an object of interest, the formation
seeming quite dry, when a geyser would
“go into business,” and one would have
to wade through hot water several inches
deep in depressions. I saw several ladies
who in such a case had to be lifted over
these sudden rivers, but luckily for my
husband, as I am not of fairy-like dimes.
shine, I was provided with rubber boots;
yet] was fain to step quickly, as the heat
made itself felt through their protection.
We stayed one night at Lower Basin hotel.
and another at that of the Upper Basin.

Returning, we took our way some db
tance by the same road as we came, the.
struck easterly over the mountains. It was
a heavy up grade for some distance, but
much of the way through natural avenue!
of fine timber, whose grateful shade and
rural beauty made the drive one of
pleasure. On the top of Mary’s Mountain,
at an altitude of 18,500 feet, lies Mary’s
Lake, a pretty sheet of water, half a mile
across, fed by winter snows and mountain
springs, with an outlet forming the head
of the east fork of the Firehole ' river.
This stream is aptly named, as the geysers
and springs do much to furnish its waters.
Following a plain for some distance, We
descended the mountain by easy stagm,
passing Alum Creek, (a very disagreeable
tasting water) and Sulphur Lake, a
greenish water, with banks showing de-
posits of crude sulphur. At the foot of
the mountain is Trout Creek dining
station, a canvas covered hostelry, kept by

'Larry Mathews, who served up a mmt.

appetizing lunch, amid bouquets of beau-
tiful wild flowers, and spiced with over-
flowing flashes of ready Irish wit. The
road from here winds on through the
beautiful Hayden valley, the main object
of interest being Sulphur Mountains...
which are several miles from Trout Creek.
These are a group of hills, two or three ~
hundred feet high, full of craters or -
fissures, out of which issue vapor and g
water. There are several springs of core:


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siderable size, also; and a li'tle stream fed
from these sources runs from the base,
leaving its sulphurous deposits. The
smell is awfu', and one does not want to
linger. I think there is enough crude sul-
phur there to disinfect a world,‘if prsperly
utilized. One could not blame the Teuton
of whom the tale is told that going ahead
on horseback to explore the way to a new
home, while the ox-team, driven by his son,
followed, found a hot, gushing sulphur
spring sending its odorous fumes abroad.
He hurriedly r:de back, and meeting his
team exclaimed: “ Shakie, you Shakie,
you turn dot oxteam right square rount;
for I dells you hell is not two miles from
dis place!" Passing these, we hasten on
and about five p. m. we arrived at the
Grand Canyon hotel.

Mt. Washburne, the highest elevation in
the park, 14,000 feet high, was visible; as
were the Three Tetons, snow crowned, 120
miles distant, and the Hoodoo mountains
50 miles away. The Yellowstone range
was near by, many peaks mottled with
snow. Such were some of the surround-
ing features shrining the picture about us.
Here is the culmination of sight seeing.
but how shall I attempt description!

The river is a beautiful, rapid mountain
stream, often broken into vexed currents
by reeks. Just above the gorge or canyon
it is about one-fourth of a mile wide. But
Ire earth yawns, and down it flows.
Farther, and it drops 140 feet sheer down,
all broken and foaming. Hear itsmoan-
ing protest! But on it must go. Follow
along the banks. It is so far down below
you it seems only a shivering ribbon of
silver. But the earth is trembling! What
means this, and that ominous roar? Follow
on. The wall of the abyss is so ragged and
rocky you cannot get to its edge just here.
Through the trees you get glimpses of
vexed and bciling waters, tumbling in
’ spray and foam— down where? You can-
not see, but walk on. Ah! here is the
place. A portion has broken» out of the
wall here and fallen, leaving a rocksup-
ported jutting point, with timber growing
suit, to which you can cling. Yes, when
you get out there you must cling. Your
eyes are dazed, your ears deafened, and
your brain falls for the moment to com~
prehend the scene before you. You look
beneath. Oh! what a fearful sight! down,
down 1,500 feet of nearly perpendicular
descent of broken, jag: ed rock. Be care-
ful of your clasp. Keep your footing
sure. One slip, one misstep, one careless
move—good bye. But the river! you
thought it had reached the bottom of the
gorge? It had at that point. But the
gorge has deepened. With a roar that
discounts the thunder or the cannonade of
battle, again it drops a depth of 360 feet.
Do you wonder it utters loud groans?
Tom and brol en, dashed into spray and
foam, it falls on rocks, to be again tossed
and battled, and sent forward in the gloom.
Far away, so far below us we can only
trace it as a silver streak or thread, often
entirely lost to view by the overhanging
rocks, it stretches. This canyon is twelve
miles in length, and from 1,000 to 2,000
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nearly a half mile across, the banks some
times perpendicular, sometimes shelving,
always precipitous. In places the broken
slides have settled down, leaving the trees
still standirg upright, but hundreds of
feet below. On these eagles have built
their rests, and with a glass you can see
them wheeling abcut and feeding their
young, who with loud outcries await their
comir g. But with it all you are oppressed
with a sense of danger. The awful depth
grows on you, you feel as if the yawning
abyss beckoned you over. The thunder-
in g, plunging river is ghostly in its white-
ness in the deep gloom below. But re-
cover yourself. Step back and look
around. See the setting of this marvelous,
awful picture. Ice and snow, glacier and
hot spring, have been at work for ages,
chiselling and sculpturing and painting
the rocks of that infinite abyss. There are
pillars, domes and castles, there are spires
and turrets; and they are all aflame with
brilliant color. They are not simple rocks,
they are painted battlements and gorgeous
banners. There are yellow and red,
orange and crimson, brown and gray,
while at the base is the deep emerald
green of vegetation. Some rocks stand
white and cold, others flush with the
warmest color. The most glorious sun-
set in its panoply of clouds could show no
more brilliant coloring. Cascade creek
comes in with a fall, in several steps, of al-
together about 50 feet. This is so small,
but all adds to the arranging of the picture.
But at last we turn away and breathe a
sigh of relief. The view is so grand, so
awful, it tires the brain to contemplate it.
And after all, how poer is language to
describe such a scene! Go you and view
it, and then try to tell what you have seen.
We stayed at the hotel that night, and
after another look at the wonders around,
left at ten a. m. We arrived at Mammoth
Hot Springs that evening, stayed until after
dinner next day, when we left for Cinna‘
bar, reaching Livingston the same evening.
From there the return journey was over
the same route as cutward bound. After
a pleasant and uneventful journey from
that point, we arrived at home, tired in
mind and body but with pictures of many
wonders to hang on memory’s wall. We
had traveled nearly 8,000 miles; had met
with no mishap or accident; had never
missed a connection; had pleasant weather
and good health; and with grateful hearts
to the Providence that had watched over
and protected us, we again settled down in
our pleasant home, to talk over, arrange
and digest the new ideas gathered.
MAPLE’l’HORPE. A. L. L.

 

A VERY fine jelly is easily made from
grapes or currants by putting the fruit
into a stone jar, tightly covered, putting
this into boiling water and keeping it at
that point until the fruit is steamed; it is
then strained and the juice measured for
jelly in the usual way. _ But the juice re
quires less boiling than where it has been
diluted with water, not over six or eight
minutes before the hot sugar is added, and
none at all after, but it must be stirred
until the sugar is dissolved.

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WE have received a letter without stg

nature or date, but postmarked Ypsilanti,

which contains some poetical lines prob-

ably intended for the HOUSEHOLD. Evi-'

dently the writer has forgotten the news-
paper rule that all communications must
be accompanied by the name of the author.

AMELIA asks: “Can you give a des-
cription of Gail Hamilton, describe her
height, color of her hair, style of wearing
it, how she dresses, etc?” No; we have
no information relating to Miss Dodge on
these points; nor can we direct you where

to obtain it.
-—-—-—00.

D. D. HURLBURT, of Mason, inquires
where catsup bottles can be obtained. We
have not been able to find out. The house-
keepers’ furnishing stores neither have
them, or can tell where they are to be
found. A lad at one of the stalls of the
Central Market, bottling horseradish with
the aid of a dirty forefinger, said he would
sell bottles at two and a half or three cents
each, but refused to tell where they were
bought, only vouchsafing the information
they were not bought in Detroit. Nor
were we more successful in obtaining in-
formation for M tybelle relative to clay for
modeling. None of the dealers in artists’

supplies had it in stock; and only after
much search we found a place where the
manufacturers of plaster-of par-is images
and centre-pieces used it in their business
but had none on hand. Write to J. A.
Dunsmore, Director of the Detroit School
of Art, who may possibly be able to tell
where it may be obtained.

 

 

 

Contributed Recrpes.

FRUIT Can‘t—Half p01: nd buttt r; half
pound sugar; hall’roundfl ur—trowned: one
and a ha‘f pounds raisins; one and a half
pounds currants; half pound citron; six eggs:
one teaspacnful soda: (n: teaspoonfu‘. each
of cloves, clnnunr-n and mace; one cup mo-
lasses: half g ll brandy. JUNE.

 

CREAMED Po'rA'rors —'i‘ake a pint or more
of sweet cream, accordir g to quantity of po-
tfithE needed. Brirg to atoll, and thicken
with flcur as for gravy. Salt and p3pp‘tl‘ to
tatte. Add cold boiled potatoes sliced rather
th‘ck. Let heat through ti orough'y and
serve

SARATOGA Carps -Heat lard as for frying
cakes, or the rsgu‘ar frlel cake fat will do
but ’5 not so n'ce. When smoking not put in
raw patatoos sliced as thinly as possible. Stir
to separate the slices, and let them fry until
crisp, not longer. They shcuid be light

brovn and very brittle. Take (ut with a'

skimmer, salt, set in the own while you fry
more, for if you like them as well as we do. it
will take a number of fryings to keep the dish

fil‘ed. ELLA R. Woon.

FLINT. —

Banana-ass Roms—Take two quarts of
flour, rub into it t we tablespoonfuls of butter,
one teaspoonful of sugar and one of salt.
Scsld one pint of sweet mflk, and when par-
t‘aliy cooled, put in it hrlf cup of yeast.
Make a hole in the flour and pour this in,
stirring in very carefully just enough flour
from the edges of the little Well to make a.
very thin b. tter. If this is done after dinner,
at early t» a-time it Will be light, then knead it
well. It requires no additionilfl nur. Wnen
thoreughly light, roll out and cut with a
large h'su‘t (utter, butter and foli like a
turn-over, and set them over night in the
cellar. where they will rise slowly and be
ready t ) bake tor breakfast.

JEANNE. ALLISON. .

 

 

      

   

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