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some neighbor takes a better bunch of hogs to 

 market, or gets a better price for them, than I 

 do, I may be persuaded to think as he talks. 

 Thus far I have sold close to the top of the mar- 

 ket, and my hogs are never left over. 



Perhaps my hogs eat more than those of my 

 neighbors. I hope they do, for they weigh more, 

 on a " weight for age " scale, arid I do not think 

 they are " air crammed," for " you cannot fatten 

 capons so." I am more than satisfied with my 

 Chester Whites. They have given me a fine 

 profit each year, and I should be ungrateful if I 

 did not speak them fair. 



I wished to get the hog industry started on a 

 liberal scale, and scoured the country, by letter, 

 for the necessary animals. I found it difficult 

 to get just what I wanted. Perhaps I wanted 

 too much. This is what I asked for : A regis- 

 tered young sow due to farrow her second litter 

 in March or April. By dint of much correspond- 

 ence and a considerable outlay of money, I finally 

 secured nineteen animals that answered the re- 

 quirements. I got them in twos and threes from 

 scattered sources, and they cost an average price 

 of $31 per head delivered at Four Oaks. A 

 young boar, bred in the purple, cost $27. My 

 foundation herd of Chester Whites thus cost me 

 $614, too much for an economical start; but, 

 again, I was in a hurry. 



The hogs began to arrive in February, and were 

 put into temporary quarters pending the building 



