MY FARM OF EDGEWOOD 



Although the cases I have cited were ex- 

 ceptional, and although my little herd had its 

 quiet, docile, profit-giving representatives, yet 

 I cannot say that it was altogether even with 

 my hopes or intentions. 



Two stout yoke ot those sleek red cattle, 

 for which southern New England is famous, 

 had their part to bear in the farm programme, 

 besides a sleek young Alderney bull, and a 

 pair of sturdy horses. There were pigs with 

 just enough of the Suffolk blood in them to 

 give a shapely outline, and not so much as to 

 develop that red scurfy baldness, which is to 

 my eye rather an objectionable feature of high 

 breeding and feeding — whether in men or pigs. 



Ducks, turkeys, and hens, in a fluttering 

 brood, brought up the rear. With these all 

 safely bestowed about the farm buildings which 

 I have briefly indicated, and with a rosy-nosed, 

 dapper little Somersetshire man, who wore his 

 tall Sunday-beaver with a slight cant to one 

 side, established as lieutenant-governor in the 

 cottage, the reins seemed fairly in hand. 



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