A SELF-SUPPORTING HOME 



erately warm place; but do not, I implore 

 you, try to breed meat maggots. An old 

 breeder assured me that young pheasants 

 would not thrive without them and, in my 

 ignorant enthusiasm, I sent for a sheep's 

 head and hung it up in the empty corn crib 

 with a pan underneath, and for days the pure 

 country air, which was to give us all new life 

 and strength, became tainted with a charnel- 

 like smell. On the fourth day I screwed up 

 my courage to the sticking point and, armed 

 with a long spoon, valiantly mounted the 

 steps of the crib and walked into 



There were horrid, squirmy things in the 

 pan. I tried to scoop some of the dreadful 

 crawlers, though my internals objected most 

 vigorously. It is impossible to say how it 

 happened, but somehow the spoon tipped and 

 the contents fell on my dress. 



Any one hearing the wild shriek that fol- 

 lowed and seeing my mad rush to the house 

 would have imagined that all the fiends from 

 Hades were after me. Really, it was the 



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