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B , help me out. And answer immediately. All I 



want is to get out of it, and -atoh me tljere again if you 

 can ! Yours, &c.. 



"P. S. If you don't buy tbem, I shall kill the brutes, 

 and send 'em to market ; though they are too poor for that, 

 I think." 



This complimentary epistle from a brother-fancier was 

 rather cool, but it did n't equal the following. I had more 

 than one of this sort, too, — of which I had no occasion, for 

 the time being, to take the slightest notice, for I had "other 

 fish to fry," decidedly ! 



"Mr. Burnham. — Sir: How is it that you have the 

 impudence to try to palm off on the public those fowls of 

 yours for genuine '■imported ones,' when it is known that 



you bought them all of me, and A , and B ? How 



can you sleep nights ? Don't you feel a squirming in your 

 conscience ? Or is it made of ingy-rubber, or gutter-perchy ? 

 You have made hundreds, and I don't know but thousands ' 

 of dollars, by your impudence and bare-faced deceit. They 

 are not genuine fowls. I say this boldy. I wish there was 

 a noospaper that would shoi;vr the inderpendence to print an 

 article that I could rite for it, on this subject of poletry. 

 If I would n't make you stare, and shet your eyes up, too, 

 then I aint no judge of swindling ! 



