Queen's kennel is noted abroad for fine dogs. 



Again, dogs and bitches, castrated, do not have an appe- 

 tite for sexuality, therefore do not complain for dog com- 

 pany and howl and bark as those with the old nature, and 

 get in some kind of mischief in the night when people want 

 to sleep. Again, worthless dogs are worthless, why allow 

 them to accumulate? They are like weeds in the garden; 

 consumers of what vegetables need and not liked or used by 

 anybody, but liable to spread hydrophia and kill you or 

 your stock. 



Lastly. I have seen blood hounds used to track up 

 thieves, and believe that each county sheriff should keep 

 two or three well-bred blood hounds that would follow up 

 any robber or thief from your house, and land him where 

 his steps stop, and there find both goods and robber and 

 stop much out-lawry, in fear of the sheriff's dogs. 



FOR PASTIME 



If you do not object to reading of some of my travels 

 and trials. I will try to tell you a true account of my first 

 trip to England as a farmer and citizen of Illinois: 



I got an invitation from a noted Veterinary Surgeon, of 

 London, to visit him in 1877. I felt somewhat flattered to 

 go so far as a castrator and said yes. The Russian and 

 Turkish war prevented me from meeting the gentleman, 

 Geo. Fleming, for he was needed in that war with the 

 Queen's life guard horses. But, one year later, October 

 1878, friends in New York City urged me to go. I boarded 

 a steamer with my board paid across, but instead of getting 

 fat I lost all of my fullness, and for nine days a sicker child 

 you never saw, but landed at Liverpool alive and thanked 

 the Lord that it was no worse than it was. I soon got the 



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