Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1892-01-28

and 200, 900 bushels OF grain go through
the place every day. Some OF 1t is
cleaned in the building before it is
weighed, and the arrangement of shafts
and endless buckets Is most conven-
lent for sending it from one end of the
building to the other.
THE kernel was talking to told me
that on mans hat brim he rode into
the scale-room office, s
A man keeps track Of every kernel of
corn that passes through the building.
He has an office on the scale floor and
several assistants. Along one side of
the room is a blackboard, having an
outline of the plan of the interior OF the
building painted on 1t. The receiving
bins and shipping bins are connected
by chalk marks, showing which ones
may be Immediately connected for the
shifting Of grain.
Below this are squares numbered
after each of the $50 storage bins in the
elevator. Red wheat in red chalk, corn
in yellow chalk, green wheat in green
chalk, wheat in white chalk, and oats in
purple chalk were marked on each
square to represent the number of the
bin to which it refers. Only two of the
bins were empty last week, and the man
in charge could tell in twinkling IL an
order for certain number Of bushels of
any kind of grain should come in just
what bins he could go to to find it. And
below this was another table that looked
like a schoolboy's formula for finding
the least common multiple. By this he
could tell just what legs and belts and
machinery he would have to connect in
order to get it ready for shipment in the
big shipping bin where it is weighed.
while he was talking the scale bin
was emptied again by man who pulled
gate, and left the heartbroken kerr
mel and was whisked down through a
dozen bins without stopping except to
catch my breath. Early one morning,
after had rested half the night, we had
to go again.
This time it was on to a canalboat or
lighter, which was to take us alongside
an ocean steamer. Down long leg
there are nineteen of them on the west
side of the elevator-we went. You
never saw such fall, and the grain
poured out of the leg just as water flows
out of pipe. The dust was suffocat-
ing. / struck the side of the boat and
lay on the deck, for a moment partly
stunned. One man held the end of the
leg down which the corn was falling.
He had rope about it and pulled on
the rope to guide it. First it filled up
one side of the boat and then the other.
Another man wallowed in the corn on
board with shovel. He wore muzzle
on his face that made his head look like
the hoad of old Farmer Browns hogs.
The other kernels of corn were fright
ened. They did not object to being sent
to distant Russia, where they could re-
lieve the famine, or go to Ireland either,
where they could do much good. But
to fall into the trough of hog after
such journey was beyond their endur-
ance. just then / saw that it was a
muzzle the man had put on to keep out
cortications from flying into his nostrils.
He was covered with dust and his hair
was gray with it.
We were soon pulled out into the river
alongside an ocean steamer. A tug
came after us and lot of boats were
hitched together. Some of them left
beside tramp steamships. Others were
dropped alongside the big passenger
boats. The one 1 was on was left by