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A unique formulation of potassium, calcium, magnesium and sodium chlorides and coated with calcium magnesium acetate (CMA). Mr. Magic is your answer to how to melt ice and snow. Has a bright orange coating to ensure visibility and proper coverage of product.

This unique formulation outpreforms other ice meltersMr. Magic ice melter is a proprietary formulation of potassium chloride (a fertilizer), calcium chloride, magnesium chloride and sodium chloride. The product is coated with calcium magnesium acetate (CMA). Mr. Magic will melt more snow and ice than most other products.It works faster and down to -25, a temperature whem most other products have stopped working.

Mr. Magic Ice Melt, coated with CMA has an orange tracer added to it to assure visible, complete, coverage. Great for melting ice in driveways, walkways, and front steps. It is safe for pets, the environment, concrete, brick, and decking. It works faster than rock salt, and melts ice in temperatures down to -25 deg F.

While you wait for the ice to melt, assess your stockpile of frozen food, and decide what to keep. Take items out of the cooler or extra freezer one at a time to protect the food from thawing. Discard anything mysterious or past its expiration date. Even when frozen, food can still go bad or get freezer burn. If you find yourself throwing out a lot of damaged goods, check out our tips for preventing freezer burn.

There were two boy friends especially, Ned Springer and Billy Shallcrossby name, who were fond of loitering at odd times in the dusty, mustylittle shop. They looked upon the tailor as one of the wisest of men,and would listen by the hour to his stories of wonderful adventures, ofperils he had escaped, of magic books he had read, and of the wonders ofhis black-art, believing everything with the utmost sincerity; for boyswere much more credulous then than they are nowadays. The little tailordelighted especially to talk of his mysterious art, and often bewailedhimself that he had never been able to find a branch of witch-willow,which had such properties that he could with it tell wherever secrettreasure lay buried. He generally spoke of this witch-willow inconnection with old Jan Judson's house.

"Shust vait, and I tells you. To-morrow's Plack Imp's Night, de ferynight de vitch-villow's able to findt de moneys. Now I am fondt of youpoys: you lend me a quarter of a tollar to melt and run in de hole Icoots in de vitch-villow, and I gifs you de first lot of moneys vot vefindt."

They both thought there was less danger from the ghost to the one thatheld the lantern than to the one that laid a hand on his buriedtreasure. However, it was finally determined that Ned should begin, andwork until he was tired, and then Billy should take a turn. The tailorstepped forward, holding the wand by the middle between his finger andthumb. In this way the slightest movement of the fingers would directit. The boys watched him with the most intense interest. The willow wandmoved slowly this way and that, and finally pointed toward a great beamthat reached across the chimney just over the fire-place, thusindicating it as the place where a treasure must be. The boys approachedcautiously, Billy holding the lantern, and Ned firmly grasping thecrowbar, both wrought up to a high pitch of nervous excitement, whilethe tailor stood a little back from them. It was a hopeless-lookingpiece of work for two boys to remove such a beam, so imbedded in thestone and mortar, and probably that was why the tailor had selected it.Ned struck the crowbar between the stones just under the beam, but itwas a quarter of an hour's job to loosen the first stone, which was verylarge; but finally it came, and then another. Then Ned, whose face wasbeaded with perspiration, handed the crowbar to Billy. By this time theywere beginning to regain their courage. Billy examined the chimneycarefully, and seeing a stone looser than the rest, just over the beam,determined to begin the attack in that quarter; so he stuck the crowbarbetween that stone and the next, and began to prize. In the mean time,Tailor Vertz had grown tired, and determined to hasten matters;accordingly, just as the stone was loosening, he gave an unearthlygroan.

Forever after this adventure Dutch Dolly's husband was more carefulabout telling the boys of the mysteries of his art; and when he wouldget on the subject, Billy was apt to slyly remind him of the magicwand.

While wandering over the surface of the globe, and carefully observingits natural phenomena, we see that mountains are the slow growth ofages. When an insular or continental mass some hundreds or thousands ofyards high receives rain in abundance, its slopes gradually becomeindented with ravines, dales, valleys; the uniform surface of theplateau is cut into peaks, ridges, pyramids; scooped out intoamphitheatres, basins, precipices; systems of mountains appear bydegrees wherever the level ground has rolled down to any enormousextent. In addition to these external causes which change plateaus intomountains, slow transformations in the interior of the earth are alsobeing accomplished, bringing about vast excavations. Those hard-workingmen who, hammer in hand, go about for many years among the mountains inorder to study their form and structure, observe in the lower beds ofmarine formation, which constitute the non-crystalline portion of themountains, gigantic rents or fissures extending thousands of yards inlength. Masses millions of yards thick have been completely raised upagain by these shocks, or turned as completely upside down, so that whatwas formerly the surface has now become the bottom. And in this way havebeen revealed the crystalline rocks. Plication, or folding, is also animportant feature in the history of the earth. By this process,subjected to slow pressure, the rock, the clay, the layers of sandstone,the veins of metal, have all been folded up like a piece of cloth, andthe folds thus formed become mountains and valleys.

The wealth contained in mountains in the shape of silver and gold oreand precious stones has ever been, like the magic thread of thelabyrinth, leading miners and geologists into the depths of theircaverns. Formerly it was supposed to be an easy matter to reach theseriches. All that a man needed was what is called "luck" and the favor ofthe gods. Boldly seizing some opportunity, such as the rolling away of astone from a crevice, he had but to mutter some magic words, creep intoa dark passage, and find himself beneath a vaulted roof of crystals anddiamonds; he needed but to stoop and gather the rubies beneath his feet.Not by chance and magic do the miners of our day reach the rich veins ofminerals. Study and hard work are behind all the engineering skill whichpenetrates our mountains.

These cheering words of Ben's did Toby as much good as Mr. Castle's hadthe reverse, and as he stepped out of the dressing-room to the placewhere the horses were being saddled, Toby resolved that he would do hisvery best that afternoon, if for no other reason than to please his oldfriend.

Many of you have been in a foundry, and can easily picture to yourselvesthe great oven for baking the clay moulds in; the banks of sand; thefurnaces down in the ground and on a level with the floor, with ironbeams high above on which the pots for melting the metal in are hung;the enormous tongs and hooks; the troughs of water; half-finished work;the workman's tools; and men bending over work that seems too beautifulto come out of such chaos and from such rough material.

To begin with, there was no carpet on the floor, and no paper on thewalls, but a beautiful pier looking-glass without a frame leaned againstthe brick wall, and innumerable reliefs in plaster, photographs ofpeople and places, an old army suit, and several costumes which thesculptor used in draping his model, hung in splendid confusioneverywhere. One side of the room was of wood painted a dark brown, andover this the artist had drawn Cupids, angels, flowers, flags, and allkinds of beautiful designs in white. There was a stove in the room, andtwo or three chairs that needed constant dusting; several easels stoodabout, and at one a German artist, in a checked blouse or old-fashionedapron, was working on a beautiful relief, which told the story of ayoung farmer leaving home for the war. The artist said[Pg 344] it was for asoldiers' monument in Massachusetts. Near him stood a bucket of waterwith a sponge in it, and every little while he would wet the clay he wasworking with.

It is high time that the poor little lamb was taken in, out of thestorm, is it not, my young readers? The artist says that when he madethe sketch from which this picture was drawn, the season was late inMarch, and the weather for a few days had been so warm that the childrenin the farm-house where he was staying thought old Winter had surelygone. He was still there, however, and to prove his presence he sent oneof his very worst storms of snow and sleet, that lasted all day, andmade people think that the almanacs were wrong, and that the month mustbe January instead of March.

The old windmill where a battle was fought, ever so many yearsago, can be seen across the river, a mile and a half belowPrescott. It was made into a light-house about four years ago, andis the best light on the St. Lawrence.

When I saw the picture of Niagara in Young People No. 70, I thoughtI would write and tell the little readers that I was born in ahouse on the Canada side of the river, in February of a very coldwinter, when an ice mound like the one in the picture reached ashigh as the falls, and did not melt, entirely away that year untilthe 2d of July. There was an ice bridge, too, so that peoplecrossed from one shore to the other. 041b061a72


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