176 THE FAT OF THE LAND 
1896. As offset to the heavy expenditure of this 
year, I had not much to show. Seven hundred 
cockerels were sold in November for $342. In 
October the pullets began laying in desultory 
fashion, and by November they had settled down 
to business; and that quarter they gave me 703 
dozen eggs to sell. As these eggs were marketed 
within twenty-four hours, and under a guarantee, 
I had no difficulty in getting thirty cents a dozen, 
net. November eggs brought $211, and the 
December out-put, $252. I sold 600 bushels of 
potatoes for $150, and the apples from 150 of the 
old trees (which, by the way, were greatly 
improved this year) brought $450 on the 
trees. 
The cows did well. In the thirty-three weeks 
from May 12 to December 81, I sold a little more 
than 6600 pounds of butter, which netted me 
$2127. 
We had 122 young hogs to sell in December. 
They had been crowded as fast as possible to 
make good weight, and they went to market at 
an average of 290 poundsa head. The price was 
low, but I got the top of the market, — $3.55 a 
hundred, which amounted to $1170 after paying 
charges. I had reserved twenty-five of the most 
likely young sows to stay on the farm, and had 
transferred eight to the village butcher, who was 
to return them in the shape of two barrels of 
salt pork, thirty-two smoked hams and shoulders, 
and a lot of bacon. 
