THE DAILY LIFE OF OUR FARM. 223 



Some gentleman reports in the Journal of the Royal 

 Agricultural Society that he never found his stock to do 

 so well as upon chaff, three parts straw to one of hay, 

 sufficiently moistened with pulped wurzel and left to 

 warm in a heap. It has answered famously on our 

 farm this winter ; and I shall follow up the plan even 

 when there is an abundance of fodder. In fact, when 

 that is the case, it is difficult to keep one's men from so 

 stuffing the racks, that the animals get gorged and saucy, 

 and a large quantity of the food is wasted. A little, 

 often supplied so as to be well digested, is, of course, the 

 secret of successful fattening. Having by a division of 

 common land come into an accession of meadow, we have 

 been taking measures for its improvement. There being 

 one portion covered with rushes, and where the hay crop 

 was always stunted, of course it was decided that this 

 should be drained. 



Often as I had walked it over, it was not until the 

 leader of an experienced gang pointed the fact out, that 

 I noticed the existence of a cup-like hollow there. When 

 the cutting tapped it, water ran freely, but fortunately, 

 no springs were found. It was merely the soak of the 

 winter floods which could not get away. The expendi- 

 ture of a very few sovereigns thoroughly corrected the 

 evil. 



A curious accident has happened to a foal, some three 

 day's old, which, owing to the severity of the weather, 

 was kept with its mother in one of the yards. It was 

 strong and lively over night, but was found stone dead 

 in the mornincj, with its dam standing over it. From 

 some cause or other it had sprung and struck its fore- 

 head full against a post, killing itself on the spot. It is 

 the very mare that had so narrow an escape over the 



