Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-03-09

bass The overflow is TO turn a wheel,
generating all sorts Of power for all sorts
Of purposes.
Jim was quick to see possibilities in the
woods. They'll cut logs, he explained.
and float them down to the dam site, just
like a beaver does, and build the dam
Of logs and mud.
I'll confess that got considerably in
terested IN the project myself 1t does
look as II nature had intended a dam TO
be built there. It would only have to be
about twenty feet long to form a pond
four or five feet deep and possibly 2oo
feet across at its greatest width.
After l had measured the windows for
shades and the height and diameter Of
the stovepipe holes, I decided to walk
over to the adjoining farm and get a
little better acquainted with Mr.. Brown.
He seems SO friendly disposed toward n
''tenderfoot' that I'm hoping he will be a
lot OF help to me this summer. particu-
larly wanted to talk to him about some of
the suggestions Capt. Russell made. Both
are practical farmers. but Mr.. Brown has
the advantage OF knowing the land am
going to farm.
At the Brown place Jim and Ned made
another, and still more important. dis
covery. 1t consisted Of snub-nosed,
freckle-faced boy Of about their own
They struck up on the spot a friendship
which l hope will be enduring. BUD
Brown IL one Of those boys who grin
good-naturedly whenever you speak to
them. and he isn't afraid to look you in
the eye. imagine he can about match
my boys in book knowledge. and he GER
tainly can teach them a lot of things
they never have had a chance to learn
Baby Pigs Are Inspected.
bud" was prompt to offer hospitality.
and invited jim and Ned out to see a lit
ter of pigs. only a few days old. 1 must
have betrayed the fact that I was just
as eager as the boys were to see those
pigs. for Mr.. Brown suggested that we
go along. l never realized that baby
pigs were SO small and cute. was about
to step over into the pen and pick one up
Brown warned me that mother hogs
didn't take kindly to familiarity with
their offspring, and that I'd better keep
out 1t surely was a wicked little eye the
old sow cast up at me.
made a deal with Mr.. Brown for two
Of the pigs when they are old enough to
be taken from the mother. They are
Berkshires. he said, and I've always
heard that was a good breed. The pair
will cost me So. So one of the first
things I'll have to do after We move is
to clean up that pig pen and get it ready
for them. AS the prospective owner OF
live stock, already begin to feel like q
sure-enough farmer. l think I'll invite
Joe ROoln60n OUT next 1ail at nOg-klllins
time just to show him that I'm not such
dub Tor moving to the country as
he processes to think 1 am.
Hey there, boy, get away from that
bull!' Mr.. Brown shouted SO suddenly
that 1 jumped a foot high.
turned to see Ned holding his coat
wide open SO that a Jersey bull, which
was paving the earth and shaking its
head, might inspect his brilliant red
sweater. The animal was on the point
Of charging the light wooden gate, which
was all that separated them. when Ned
was dragged to a point of safety. He ex-
planned that he'd always heard bulls
didn't like red, and he wanted to find out
for himself II 1t was true.
A little later, as We were passing
flock Of turkeys, Bud" Brown with a
CLEAN Of mischief in his eyes. suggested
SHOW your sweater to that old COB
bier. Ned
Ned opened his coat and started toward
the big bird. 'Gobble, gobble!" chal-
lenged the turkey, and. spreading his
wings, he charged.
Ned let out one yell for help and
climbed n barb-wire fence, while Bud"
and the rest of us howled with laughter.
1t was the 'gobble." he said afterward,
that scared him. L. ,. NJ.