240 MY FARM. 



The scientific gentleman wipes his spectacles, and 

 tries a new entering wedge. 



" How do you feed your cattle, neighbor ? " 



" Waal, good English hay ; now and then a bite 

 o' oats, 'cordin' as the work is." 



" But do you make no beeves ? " 



" Heh ? " 



" Do you fatten no cattle ? " 



" Yaas, long in the fall o' the year I put up four 

 or five head, about the time turnips are comin' in." 



" And have you ever paid any attention to their 

 food with reference to its fat-producing qualities, or 

 its albuminoids ? " 



" (Gee, Bright !) bumy what ? " 



" Albuminoids name given to flesh producers, in 

 distinction from oily food." 



" Oh, never used 'em. Much of a feed ? (G'lang, 

 Buck ! )" 



" They are constituent parts of a good many 

 varieties of food ; but they go only to make muscle ; 

 it isn't desirable you know to lay on too much fatty 

 matter." 



" Heh ? keep oft 7 the fat do they ? (Gee, Bright !) 

 Dum poor feed, then, in my opinion." 



By this time the end of the furrow is reached, 

 and the scientific gentleman walks pensively toward 

 the fence, while Nathan's dog that has been sleeping 



