96 BOARD OF AGRICULTURE. [Jan., 



mine evidently did you are not going to get eggs. Science 

 does not do it all. It may help but it does not do it all. In this 

 connection I cannot help but repeat a story of a situation I 

 heard of in one of the New England states where they passed 

 a law making a ten dollar fine for taking quail out of the state, 

 and they made this fine so that if one should be caught taking 

 quail out of the state he could be arrested. There was a 

 scientific man who was greatly interested in that law. He 

 wanted to save the quail of the state. He made it his business 

 to go around and see how the inspectors were doing their work. 

 That man could tell a good deal about the quail, but he did not 

 know it all, as this story will show. From a scientific aspect 

 he had that thing down to a very tee. He made a visit among 

 the inspectors charged with carrying out the law, and among 

 other places he went up into the middle of the state and there 

 found an old farmer. The old farmer had on a pair of over- 

 alls, had a big bushy beard on, and he was not a man that the 

 scientist thought ought to be an inspector. So he said to him, 

 " I am going back to have you removed. You are not the kind 

 of man we want." That made the old farmer mad. So he said 

 to him, " Professor, I got a dog that knows more about quail 

 than you do." Now that hurt the pride of the professor to be 

 told that a m-an of that kind had a dog that knew more about 

 quail than he did. He looked down by the farmer's side and 

 he saw a little mongrel cur with one ear lopped down and the 

 other out of place, one of those little good-for-nothing shaggy 

 curs that we see running around country villages sometimes. 

 He did not believe any such statement as the farmer made to 

 him. He was mad, so he said, " I am going back to have you 

 removed." " All right," said the farmer. " that dog knows 

 more about quail than you do, and if you want to have me, I 

 will prove it. Now if we stand here there is a man with a 

 traveling case, and there are five men with grip sacks, and there 

 is another, a woman with a trunk. Here is a boy with a bag. 

 Now," says he, " who of them has got any quail in their bag- 

 gage? Can you tell me? " And says the farmer, " I know that 

 woman has got quail in her trunk." That remark rather nettled 

 the professor, and so he says, " I am not going to ask that lady 

 if she has quail in her trunk." " \\'ell." says the farmer. 

 "1 know she has got quail in her trunk. Will you give it up? " 

 Says the professor, " I will." So the farmer called the dog. 



