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"And a finer ca^on I never sold to anybody in my 

 life ! " 



" A what ! " scteamed tte doctor, springing towards his . 

 horse, whioh stood near by. 



"What's the price of b'iled eggs, Bill?" roared the 

 lawyer, in reply. " 



" Ten dollars a dozen, by thunder ! " was the answer, as 

 the doctor drove his rowels into the sides of his nag, and 

 dashed iatyay from his friend's gate a toiser if not a better 

 mail. 



- Many amateur poultry-raisers resorted to the most 

 ridiculous and injurious shifts for remedies against the ills 

 that hen-flesh is heir to. I have known certain friaids' who 

 passed two or three hours every morning in running about 

 their fowl-premises with pill-box and pepper-cup in hand, 

 zealously dosing their drooping chickens, to their certain- 

 destruction. And some of the " doctors " went into Jalap, 

 in cases of colds, fevers, &o., in their fowls. We should as 

 soon think of using arsenic, or any other poison, under such'- 

 circumstances. The internal formation of a hen ia scarcely' 

 believed to resemble that of a human being, sttrely ; atid 

 why such medicinal applications, pray? This reminds us 

 of a private joke, by the Way, that was "let out" by a 

 young fancier (out West) a little while ago. 



He had a bad cold himself, and had mixed " summit 

 hot" to swallow, one evening. His servant informed him 



