MY FAILURES 
and she always kept quite a large flock of 
poultry. But she insisted that I should 
take the machine, for she was going to 
hatch what few chickens she raised that 
spring with hens. So the next day I went 
over to her house with my horse and 
wagon and got the incubator. I thought 
I saw a roguish twinkle in her eye as I 
hauled that old incubator away, and I 
wondered what the joke could be, but I 
did not ask any further questions about 
the machine, and she did not volunteer to 
enlighten me any further. 
It was the most peculiar incubator I 
ever saw; it was built in sections and was 
three stories high; and after it was all 
put together, an outside casing, with a 
twelve-inch air-space all around, was built 
around it and this air-space was to be 
filled with sawdust. When I got it all in 
the wagon I found that I had nearly a 
wagon-load. I hauled the thing home and 
set it up in an old cow-stable that had a 
thatched roof. When I got it set up it 
looked nearly as big, to me, as a refriger- 
ator car. I then went to the sawmill and 
got a load of green oak sawdust to fill in 
the air-space with. It seemed to me, at 
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