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Rtrai, Schoot- Leaflrt 



One morning in June when the three weeks were up we . heard some 

 chickens calling. We went out and she had hatched fourteen of them all 

 safe. One of them was under a board and could not get out. We took 

 it out and thought it would die, but it did not. We put the hen and her 

 family in a box and tied a string to her leg. During the day we opened 

 the box and let her out. We commenced to feed them bread and milk 

 and other things from our dinner pails for a while, then cracked corn, 

 then whole com, which we have fed them ever since. 



They grew very nicely during the summer. I live near the school- 

 house and I took care of them during the summer. We took them to the 

 county fair and received five dollars which was the first prize. 



Tlie flock of Plymouth rocks at District No. g 



We have not planned what we will raise next year, but think we will 

 raise some com and potatoes. The girls are going to set out flowers, 

 and have flower beds. 



Sincerely yours, 



GEORGE B. MORE 



Editors' note. — George writes an interesting letter about a piece of 

 work that is worth while. Raising this flock of plymouth rock chickens 

 at the schoolhouse was valuable experience. What an opportunity there 

 was to study the habits of the hen during the three weeks that she was 

 sitting on the eggs, to watch the young chicks growing day by day from 

 the time they left the shell, and to read in poultry journals and books 

 about the best methods of feeding and caring for such a flock! It was 

 responsible work, too, for the chickens had to be cared for regularly and 

 faithfully. From their appearance in the picture, and from the fact that 



