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fire, tied him to the post, but the master's heart failed him. 

 So he went up to him and said: "John, tell me now, why did 

 you steal that chicken?" He said: "Massy, I will tell you; you 

 owns this nigger and you owns this here chicken; we both your 

 property; when I steal that chicken, you ain't losing nothing; you 

 may lost the chicken, but you got Mr. Nigger." (Laughter.) 

 The trouble with the Yankees was, they wanted to hav^e a few more 

 dollars before they had more man. 



If it is possible for you to plan it. send your boys up to Ames and 

 try to keep them there, and they will come back a credit to you. 

 One trouble with this scientific education is, they are trying to 

 make it too scientific. The chemist and botanist puts too much de- 

 pendence or importance on the science of it ; looking through a 

 microscope he thinks is more important than working it out by 

 hand. I can make my point clear by another story. There was a 

 time in Maine when they passed an inspection law, prohibiting 

 the sale of game. They passed a law making it a crime to take 

 quail out of the State, and they had under it a system of inspec- 

 tion, and they put a scientific man in charge of that work. That 

 man was a pure scientist; he had studied the habit of the quail, 

 how they flew, when they were ready to shoot, all about them, found 

 out what kind of worms they consumed; he had that matter down 

 to a very fine point. He went around hunting up his inspectors, 

 and at one place he found an old man, a farmer, and the scientist 

 and this farmer got into a discussion. He told the farmer he hated 

 to have such a man at this place and he was going back to have 

 him removed. That made the farmer mad. He said to the pro- 

 fessor, * ' Looky' here ; I have got a dog that knows more about this 

 business than you do." Now, this dog was one of the most ornery 

 looking curs you ever saw. The old farmer says, "I will prove it 

 to you; there are a lot of people coming, one has a violin case, 

 five men with trunks, five men with sachels, and there is a boy with 

 a grip-sack; you find out whether there is quails there." The 

 scientific man says, "How can I tell?" "Well," said the old farmer, 

 ' ' we will try the dog. ' ' He says, ' ' Shep, sick 'em ! ' ' He ran over 

 and put his nose to the trunks and valises, and when he got to that 

 woman with the violin case, he stuck. The violin ease was opened 

 and there were thirteen quail in that violin case. He says: "Pro- 

 fessor, you may have the science, but you ain't got the smell." 

 (Laughter.) Now, I suppose you have the point I am trv'ing to 

 make. That man could analyze paris green, fertilizers and milk, 

 but he could not analyze smell. That instinct, that power the dog 



