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anxiety than curiosity this time, " Sylvester, what is the 

 matter ? " 



" Docther, I've been following your directions, for I 

 thought it was sinsible ; and besides, I'd seen how well 

 your own stock looked that was fed on the insilage ; and 

 ses I to Mary, it's thrying it we'll be after doing. So I 

 bought the manure, and I spread it broadcast on the tin- 

 acre field and five-acre lot : the grass 'tis just growing 

 splendid ! We- sowed the five acres to rye, and up to 

 me shoulder it is, and so thick ye can hardly make your 

 way through it. We are feeding it to the cows, and 

 have been for a while or two." 



" Well, don't they do well, and give a good mess of 

 milk ? " I asked, interrupting him. 



" Niver better, but that ain't the throuble," said he. 



" Well, what is it? Tell me, what is the matter, Syl- 

 vester?" I asked. 



" I'm coming to it, docther, directly. I'll tell ye im~ 

 mejitly. I was at warrk on me siloos. I've got 'em 

 more'n half done already. Day before yesterday, whin 

 I looked up, there right forninst me stood the con- 

 thractor ! * So you are going to thry the docther's new- 

 fangled feed, are ye, Sylvester ? ' ' Yes, indade I am,' I 

 said : * it is tired I am making milk, and selling it to the 

 likes of ye for less than it costs to make it/ 



" ' I read all about it in the noosepapers,' said he : 

 ' ye's going to make it for a cint a quart. It's foine 

 business ye'll have making milk for a cint a quart and 

 selling it for three ; ' and he wunk a knowing kind of a 

 wink as he got on to his wagin, and druv away. Ses I 

 to myself, Fhat the divil is that conthractor winking like 

 that to me for ? and thin I thought about the noosepa- 

 pers telling all about the siloo and the insilage, and at 

 the head of the whole story was, ' How to projuce milk 



