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by residence south of MASON and DIXON'S line, flat- 

 tered by them, honored by them, how natural for 

 the Colonel to work hand in glove with them in 

 this cattle business, as most other men with south- 

 ern connections had done, and, in fact, were still 

 doing, in Indiana, Illinois, Missouri and Kansas. 

 They could not understand why they had been 

 unable to sell him a bull. Had they not offered 

 him their bluest blood, and at special prices? Even 

 then they were shrewd enough to discern in this 

 gracious but determined man a character to be 

 reckoned with. But he was about to go home, as 

 the auctioneers say, "bull-less" in spite of their 

 best endeavors. 



"Yes," I replied to the query about the Scotch- 

 bred cattle, "I have seen a few of them, but you 

 know they are not numerous. You know what the 

 imported Duke of Richmond has done for J. H. 

 POTTS & SON; and an old Scotchman, ROBERT MILNE, 

 near Lockport, III, has had the blood for a long 

 time." The next question was, "What do you think 

 of them?" My answer was that they were much 

 thicker-fleshed than the cattle we had seen in Ken- 

 tucky, standing nearer to the ground, and that the 

 get of the few Aberdeenshire bulls in the country 

 were beginning to win most of the prizes at our 



