Biennial Report, Том 28 |
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acres acres or less agriculture apple trees BAILEY Barber county barrels berries better Black locust blackberries bloom Bordeaux mixture boxes buds burial-places bushel canker-worm Catholic cemetery cent cherries codling-moth cold storage COLONEL ROBISON conidia COUNTY-concluded crate Creek 66 cultivation district dollars early experience Fairview farm flowers fruit fruit-growers fungus given grapes ground grow grower grown growth HALE Hill HOLSINGER horticultural Horticultural Society horticulturist ideal inches insects Kansas land larvæ Location lots Lutheran MAJOR HOLSINGER meeting MEMBER Missouri Missouri Pippin mulch Name nursery nurseryman orchard Osage packing peaches pear plants Pleasant plum Prairie PRESIDENT HOLSINGER pruning railroad raspberries Reno season secretary Sedgwick Sedgwick county seedlings sell Shawnee Shawnee county soil spray spring strawberries summer thing to-day Topeka Total township Valley varieties WELLHOUSE Wichita Winesap winter worms Wyandotte
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Сторінка 202 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on! " Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck — A light! A light! A light! A light! It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a world; he gave that world Its grandest lesson:
Сторінка 204 - These things he plants who plants a tree. What does he plant who plants a tree? He plants cool shade and tender rain, And seed and bud of days to be, And years that fade and flush again; He plants the glory of the plain; He plants the forest's heritage; The harvest of a coming age; The joy that unborn eyes shall see — These things he plants who plants a tree.
Сторінка 198 - She is not afraid of the snow for her household, for all her household are clothed with scarlet. She maketh herself coverings of tapestry ; her clothing is silk and purple. Her husband is known in the gates when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
Сторінка 198 - She openeth her mouth with wisdom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up and call her blessed, her husband also, and he praiseth her.
Сторінка 11 - This constitution may be changed or amended by a two-thirds vote of the members present at any annual meeting, provided such change or amendment shall have been submitted and read at the last preceding annual meeting.
Сторінка 203 - I have great faith in hard work. The material world does much for the mind by its beauty and order ; but it does more for our minds by the pains it inflicts — by its obstinate resistance, which nothing but patient toil can overcome — by its vast forces, which nothing but unremitting skill and effort can turn to our use— by its perils, which demand continual vigilance — and by its tendencies to decay. I believe that difficulties are more important to the human mind than what we call assistances....
Сторінка 202 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!'" They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now. speak, brave Admiral, speak and say" — He said: "Sail on! sail on! and on!
Сторінка 201 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said : "Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say ?" "Why, say, 'Sail on ! sail on ! and on !'" "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan and weak.
Сторінка 199 - Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
Сторінка 202 - My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan and weak." The stout mate thought of home ; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say at break of day, 'Sail on! sail on! and on!