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forkfuls, and as I took it out I said, as I threw it onto the 

 ground, " There is one and there is another. Now you be 

 good, and you be good, and you do the best you can for me." 



But I found after a while that I did not have to haul out 

 manure from the town. I did not build up the farm with it 

 as I expected, and then I began to think what I could do. I 

 saw that I could not build up the farm fast enough in that way. 

 Of course, it was valuable enough in itself, but it cost too much 

 to draw it out. Then I turned my thoughts to other things. 

 My father had never kept much stock on the place, and what 

 he had kept had perhaps been of the wrong kind. I wondered 

 what I could do. Then I thought of sheep again, and I thought 

 of lambs. I said, " Here is a little lamb. Is there any money 

 in him ? " We feed him while he is a baby. I grasped at the 

 idea. I thought possibly there was a solution of my problem. 

 And all my life I had been taught how much easier and how 

 much less food it took to make a baby grow than an old animal. 

 I said to myself, " I am going to try lambs and see what can 

 be done." So I went out and bought a couple of hundred 

 lambs. They were lambs that had been born in the spring. 

 I took them home and put them in the barn. I bought the 

 littlest ones I could find, because I hadn't the money to buy 

 larger and more expensive ones. I had to borrow even as it 

 was. I was living alone on that farm, without any money to 

 go on with, and I had to do the best I could. So I bought the 

 littlest ones I could. I built a place for them and commenced 

 to try my experiment. There I fed them, there I took the best 

 of care of them, and began to study how I could do the best 

 with them. And I want to say this, for the encouragement of 

 the business, that I never have yet fed a bunch of lambs that 

 did so well as that first one. It was a great experience for me. 

 And I was just as careful as I could be with them. If I had 

 been feeding a typhoid fever patient I could not have been more 

 patient and careful with them. They grew to like me, and I 

 grew to like them. They would keep all around me and nibble 

 at my coat tails, and put their noses up into my hand, though 

 if I would try to touch them they might run away. I would 

 stand and look at them. I tended them with the utmost care 

 and in the best manner I knew how. They weighed fifty-six 

 pounds on the average when they went into that barn, and as 

 the result of my care and attention, I believe, they weighed a 



