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Black Spanish, the Brahma, and the Cochin were 

 still extant, as well as the Game Fowl and the 

 Sebright Bantam. 



I still had some friends and must be content 

 with them. It was not until about a week later 

 that I found that the Bolton Gray and the 

 Rocky Mountain were still in existence, but mas- 

 querading under the more pretentious title of 

 Silver-Penciled Hamburgs and American Dom- 

 inique respectively. And what was delightful, I 

 found I could get some in a neighboring town. 

 So I took a day off, harnessed my new purchase 

 into the farm-wagon in which I had loaded two 

 slatted boxes, donned my heavy overcoat, and 

 started out to purchase the fowls. I had excellent 

 luck, purchased a dozen fine specimens of each 

 breed, loaded them on the wagon, and started 

 homeward. 



All went well until I got home, when I met w r ith 

 a slight accident, which, while the results were 

 not very serious, nearly influenced me to sell the 

 farm and return to town. There were two stone 

 posts at the entrance of my driveway, which I 

 could safely negotiate with Polly by day or night, 

 in spite of her nervousness and rapid gait. It 

 was nearly dark when I got home, and I did not 

 realize that I was driving a horse somewhat new 

 to the premises. In fact, I was laying plans for 

 my fowls and only regained my wits when I 



