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young Alderney bull, and a pair of sturdy horses. 

 There were pigs with just enough of the Suffolk blood 

 in them to give a shapely outline, and not so much as 

 to develop that red scurfy baldness, which is to my 

 eye rather an objectionable feature of high breeding 

 and feeding whether in men or pigs. 



Ducks, turkeys, and hens, in a fluttering brood, 

 brought up the rear. With these all safely bestowed 

 about the farm buildings which I have briefly indi 

 cated, and with a rosy-nosed, dapper little Somerset 

 shire man, who wore his tall Sunday-beaver with a 

 Blight cant to one side, established as lieutenant-gov 

 ernor in the cottage, the reins seemed fairly in hand. 



