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eral fine specimens of the best poultry stock 
were comfortably housed. In another portion 
of the shed were piles of potatoes, turnips, cab- 
bages and other hardy vegetables; while hang- 
ing from the roof were strings of red and white 
onions, peppers and soup herbs. Carefully 
packed away in barrels in a corner of this shed 
were luscious apples, all well protected from 
the biting frosts of winter. 
“These are products of your farm and 
orchard, I suppose?” 
“Yes, my dear Fritz, all evidences of Petro’s 
faithful industry and commendable thrift; a 
valuable servant is Petro, I could hardly spare 
him.” 
Beyond the shed we next visited a low, sub- 
stantially built, rough stone building, neatly 
whitewashed, about twenty feet square, and ten 
feet in height. Here were stored barrels of 
sugar, flour and molasses; boxes of tea, coffee, 
rice, split-peas and beans, and several varieties 
of canned goods, also several fine large cheese. 
Beneath a trap-door, which my companion 
raised, I saw quite a number of firkins of sweet, 
yellow butter. 
“You surely need entertain no fear of fam- 
ine while these ample supplies continue.” 
“No, my Fritz, we are careful to provide for 
the needs of the body, and to look well to our 
supplies, lest winter’s inclemency catch us un- 
prepared to withstand its rigors. From our 
well cultivated little farm, our cow, our chick- 
