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THE FAT OF THE LAND 



what the worse for wear. This is how one of 

 them looked when my map was finished. 



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I am not especially haughty about this map, 

 but it settled a matter which had been chaotic 

 in my mind. My plan was to make the farm 

 a soiling one; to confine the stock within as 

 limited a space as was consistent with good 

 health, and to feed cultivated forage and crops. 

 In drawing my map, the forty which Polly 

 had segregated left the northeast forty stand- 

 ing alone, and I had to cast about for some 

 good way of treating it. " Make it your feed- 

 ing ground," said my good genius, and thus 

 the wrath of Polly was made to glorify my 

 plans. 



This feeding lot of forty acres is all high land, 

 naturally drained. It was near the obvious build- 

 ing line, and it seemed suitable in every way. I 

 drew a line from north to south, cutting it in 

 the middle. The east twenty I devoted to cows 

 and their belongings ; the west twenty was di- 



