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for one cint a quart ; ' and it sthruck me all of a suddint. 

 Ah, docther, ye's guv us away wid your noosepapers, 

 and ruined the whole business, bad luck to it ! I niver 

 did belave in book-farming, anyhow ! " 



Sylvester wiped the perspiration from his brow, and 

 looked the personification of disgust. " Why, Sylves- 

 ter," I said, " how can that be ? What harm can there be 

 in writing down our conversation and the advice I gave 

 you, and printing it so that others may profit with us in 

 the advantages which the new system of Ensilage gives ? 

 Surely you are not so selfish that you do not want other 

 farmers to share with us the good times which the gen- 

 eral adoption of the new system will bring about?" 



" No, no, docther : it isn't the farmers that I want to 

 kape in the darkness and throuble they are now in, by 

 any manes ; but the milk conthractors may the divil 

 fly away wid every mother's son of them ! As soon as 

 they foind out we can make a quart of milk for a cint, 

 not a farden more thin a cint will they pay us for our 

 milk. And that's what's the trouble altogether ! Fhat's 

 the use of all your exparimints? The conthractor 

 bad luck to the likes of 'im will get the oisther and 

 lave us the shells like he does now. Shure thim's the 

 b'ys f hat makes their foine living by the sweat of ither 

 men's brows ! " 



I laughed at this, and proceeded to finish the advice 

 I gave Sylvester last March. " Sylvester," I said, " you 

 are keeping your cows now on rye. All right : continue 

 to feed the rye to them until the first of June, then turn 

 them into the pasture. By that time there will be plenty 

 of feed which will carry them till fall, with the help of a 

 little grain. In fact, keep them as you would if you 

 were not trying the Ensilage system. Finish your Silos. 

 When you have them filled with the corn Ensilage, put 



