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give your readers, as a strong likeness of a red 
Shanghae cock. 
This is the same chap the old farmer objected 
to yesterday, on account of his ability to stand 
on the ground and eat corn out of the garret 
window. 
Some of the Cochin-China breed might an¬ 
swer pretty well for any person desirous of 
growing chickens as large as turkeys. I am 
better pleased with their appearance, than with 
their taller China neighbors, the Shanghaes. 
I should very much prefer. They are great 
layers, though poor breeders; and therefore, 
are not particular favorites just now, while the 
hen fever rages so high, and the whole coun¬ 
try is converted into one great chicken-hatching 
machine. Among the prettiest fowls in the 
show are the Bolton greys. They are about 
the size of the old style of Dominiques, a few of 
which are also here; and I should think would 
be preferred by any man in his senses, instead 
of that long-legged, garret-window, corn-eating 
WILD COCK,OF INDIA. 
Fig. 13. 
According to my notions of chicken beauty, 
the wild cock of India cannot be excelled. 
The black Spanish fowls are very noble, 
military-looking fellows, in their glossy coats, 
and extremely high, red crests. That, however, 
is a great objection to them, in a freezing cli¬ 
mate The black Polanders, with their beauti¬ 
ful white top-knots, as large as full-blown roses, 
breed, clothed with dirty feathers down to 
their ugly heels. The Dorkings and Jersey 
blues are large enough, and good enough to 
suit any taste not vitiated by this mania of 
speculation in hen flesh. Among all this vast 
variety of fancy fowls, with fancy names, my 
fancy would not lead me to name more than 
half a dozen kinds from which to select for my- 
