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TIIE  RURAL  NEW-YORKER 
January  9 
Roguine. 
Turn  the  Rascals  Out. 
FIRE  THE  FRAUDS. 
New  Poultry  We  have  seen 
a  season  when  more 
Fraud.  frauds  and  humbugs 
were  seeking'  to  gain  a  share  of  the  wealth 
that  the  good  crops  are  supposed  to  have 
rolled  in  upon  the  farmer.  Every  old 
game  and  lots  of  new  ones  are  being 
worked  to  such  an  extent  that  we  deem 
it  necessary  to  revive  our  old  depart¬ 
ment  of  Frauds  and  give  these  concerns 
a  dose  of  “  Roguine,”  which  we  hope  may 
poison  the  business  of  some  of  them.  The 
latest,  and  perhaps  the  most  cunning 
fraud  is  found  in  the  following  letter 
which  we  mentioned  last  week  : 
There  are  many  persons  who  would  be  glad  to  raise 
fancy  poultry  If  they  had  the  necessary  money  to 
start  with.  To  such  the  Mutual  Poultry  Company  Is 
a  great  assistance.  They  will  furnish  fowls  of  almost 
any  variety,  and  you  do  not  have  to  pay  out  any 
money.  They  pay  you  50  cents  a  dozen  for  all  the 
eggs  you  can  furnish  them,  and  $1  each  for  all  the 
chickens  you  raise  for  them,  within  whatever  time 
you  may  agree  upon.  Of  course  they  sell  the  chickens 
for  $2  or  $3  each,  and  the  eggs  for  $2  or  $3  a  setting, 
but  they  have  to  advertise  extensively.  I  got  24 
Langshan  hens  and  three  roosters  last  winter,  and  X 
sold  168  dozen  eggs,  for  which  I  received  $84  cash.  I 
also  raised  482  chickens.  I  kept  50  for  next  year’s  use, 
and  sold  432,  for  which  I  received  $432.  They  will 
send  fowls  to  any  person  In  any  part  of  the  United 
States.  All  you  have  to  do  Is  to  write  to  the  Mutual 
Poultry  Co.  and  give  them  references,  and  they  will 
ship  you  the  fowls  and  pay  the  express.  You  have 
to  let  them  have  all  the  eggs  (except  what  you  set) 
for  50  cents  a  dozen,  and  all  the  chickens  you  raise 
for  $1  each ;  and  when  the  season  is  over,  you  have 
to  return  to  them  the  same  number  of  fowls  they 
shipped  to  you;  they  pay  all  shipping  charges.  This 
enables  them  to  have  plenty  of  poultry  and  eggs  pro¬ 
duced  in  all  parts  of  the  country,  so  that  they  do  not 
have  to  ship  long  distances  in  lining  their  orders. 
The  business  Is  very  prolltable  for  the  people  raising 
them.  I  think  I  can  make  considerably  over  $1,000 
next  year,  and  I  have  only  a  small  lot  In  the  city  on 
which  to  keep  my  poultry.  I  do  not  write  this  to  brag 
of  what  1  have  done,  but  I  consider  it  not  only  a  privi¬ 
lege  but  a  duty  to  inform  others  of  what  will  benefit 
them.  I  may  not  be  scholar  enough,  Mr.  Editor,  to 
write  In  a  manner  worthy  of  publication,  but  this  sub¬ 
ject  would  Interest  and  benefit  thousands,  if  properly 
presented. 
We  have  received  no  less  than  five 
copies  of  this  letter,  all  written  by  the 
same  hand.  Other  papers  have  received 
similar  letters  and  some  have  printed 
them.  Doubtless  this  “  Mutual  Poultry 
Company”  is  doing  a  rousing  business.  It 
is  the  meanest  sort  of  a  fraud — the  old- 
time  J.  M.  Bain  concern  ;  and  no  sensible 
person  will  have  anything  to  do  with  it. 
What  remarkable  birds  those  Langshans 
were  !  Two  dozen  of  them  laid  168  dozen 
eggs  for  sale  besides  enough  to  hatch  out 
482  chickens  !  Unless  this  woman  had 
better  luck  than  we  have,  those  24  hens 
laid  about  3,000  eggs  in  a  short  laying 
season  !  Why  doesn’t  she  tell  at  least  a 
plausible  lie  ?  Will  any  reader  of  The 
R.  N.-Y.  be  fool  enough  to  invest  inonejr 
in  such  a  game  ? 
*  *  * 
Rebus  and 
Free  Watch. 
The  “watch  business” 
is  immense  this  year. 
The  game  now  is  to 
offer  a  “  solid  gold  finished  watch  free” 
to  the  first  1,200  persons  who  make  out 
a  simple  rebus.  One  firm  in  this  city  and 
another  in  Jersey  City  are  doing  a  great 
trade  in  this  benevolent  enterprise.  The 
police  have  tried  to  stop  it,  but  owing  to 
some  technicality  the  rascals  escape.  The 
following  letter  just  at  hand  from  Ohio 
puts  the  tiling  from  the  standpoint  of  a 
farmer’s  wife  : 
We  own  a  little  farm  of  not  menny  akers,  but 
enough  to  keep  us  comfertable  by  good  calculation 
and  economizin’.  We  never  thought  we  could  afford 
to  take  any  rural  papers,  but  about  a  month  ago  as 
naybor  Smith  wuz  a-goln’  by  one  day  he  stopped  and 
called  out  to  Peter  that  he  had  a  paper  fur  him. 
Peter  wuz  a-sawin’  wood  in  the  back  yard,  and  purty 
soon  in  he  comes  his  face  beemin'  with  delite  and 
importance,  and  there  in  fine  handwritin’  on  the  out¬ 
side  of  the  rapper  wuz  his  name,  Peter  Bijah  Jones 
but  when  I  sed,  “  Let  me  see  it,”  he  looked  at  me  and 
sed,  “  Sally  Ann,  I  am  s’prised  at  you  ;  don’t  you  see 
it  is  addressed  to  me,  in  my  own  Christun  name?”  and 
with  that  he  took  it  to  the  chest  in  our  bedroom  and 
locked  It  up  and  then  he  went  out  and  set  on  the  fence 
with  old  Bill  Jones  till  dinner  wus  reddy,  and  I  had  to 
split  a  few  sticks  to  git  dinner  with.  When  I  called 
him  he  cum  in  to  dinner  lookin’  as  Important  as  a  city 
maor,  ate  Ills  dinner  in  silence,  and  immegially  after 
went  to  the  chest  and  got  his  paper,  and  chusing  the 
most  cuml'ortable  cheer  in  the  house— a  splint  bot¬ 
tomed  rocker  that  wuz  my  mother’s — opened  it  and 
buguu  to  look  it  over,  an’  I  see  az  I  wuz  a-passin’  to 
and  fro  a-clearin’  of  the  table,  washin’  and  wipin’ 
dishes  and  so  forth,  that  it  wus  a  love  story  paper. 
Thar  wuz  a  pictur  on  the  outside  of  the  paper— the 
heroo  and  heroolne  a-clingln’  to  each  other,  a-holdin’ 
on  fur  deer  life. 
As  I  hav’  sed,  I  wuz  a-tendin’  to  my  work  when 
sudinly  I  wuz  startled  by  ”  Geehosifat,  that  doo  beet 
all  creasbun!”  but  I  sed  nothin.’  Now  I  knows  how 
to  manage  that  man.  I  new  he  wud  tell  me  all  the 
soner  If  I  kep  still.  Purty  soon  he  calls  out. 
‘‘Cum  here  Sally  Ann  !” 
“  What  fur?”  sez  I,  rememberin’  the  incidences  of 
the  mornln’.  but  I  didn’t  budge  an  Inch. 
‘Cum  here,”  sed  he,  “if  you  want  to  make  your 
fortin  !” 
“  Wal,  wait,”  sez  I.  “till  I  git  my  dishes  put  away.” 
“Sally  Ann,”  said  he,  In  despairin’  tones,  “  you’ll 
be  the  rulnatl’n  of  me  yet,  with  your  etarnal  watin’. 
Sally  deer,  Just  see  this,”  as  I  hurried  up  to  him  dish- 
wiper  in  hand,  “$870  to  the  first  one  that  can  read  this 
rebuss.  Git  the  dickshunary  and  the  philosophy 
and  I  gess  we  can  master  It  Sally.” 
“Yes,"  said  I,  “jistas  soon  as  I  can  get  my  dishes 
put  away.” 
“  Dishes,”  sed  he,  a-rolln  his  eyes  as  tho’  he  was 
goin’  into  a  fit.  “You  are  so  agravatin’.  Consarn 
the  dishes;  when  I  git  the  money  from  this,”  sed 
he,  “lean  by  you  a  set  of  china  fit  fur  the  Presi¬ 
dent’s  wife.” 
So  X  hurried  and  skurrted  around,  brought  the 
dickshunary,  philosophy  and  an  old  atlas  that  Peter 
bought  somewhere  to  a  sale,  and  all  that  arternoon 
we  puzzled  our  brains  by  poring  over  that  difficult 
rebuss,  till  toards  dark  we  begun  to  dimly  compre¬ 
hend  it,  and  about  half-past  eight  we  made  it  all  out, 
rote  the  anser,  put  It  into  an  envelop  with  a  quarter  of 
a  dollar,  sealed  and  directed  It,  and  Peter  said  it 
must  bemaledthatnite— must  be  ’tended  to  at  once — 
as  there  wuz  so  much  at  stake.  I  tried  to  reeson 
with  him.  “  Wate  till  arter  supper,”  sed  I,  “  and  old 
Brindle  iz  milked.” 
“  Woman,”  sed  he  histerlckly  wavin  his  hands, 
“  What  are  supper  and  cows  to  this,  the  chance  of  a 
lifetime!  ” 
Wall  arter  I  had  watched  him  ride  away  on  old 
Dobbin  on  a  keen  kanter,  I  went  in,  started  up  the  fire, 
het  dishwater  and  finished  a-doin’  up  my  dinner 
dishes,  milked  old  Brindle,  strained  the  milk,  fed  the 
pigs,  put  on  the  tee-kittle  aginst  his  return,  set  the 
table  and  then  set  down  and  took  up  the  paper,  and 
the  very  first  thing  that  met  my  eye  wuz: 
“  Washin’  Machine  free,  and  a  gold  watch  to  boot 
with  it.” 
“Wall,  wall,”  sez  I  to  myself,  “that  duz  beet  all. 
How  liberal-minded  this  world  is  gittin’  !  Talk  about 
our  old  forefathers’  daze.  They  wuz  nothin’  to  nowa- 
daze.  Why,  all  you  hav’  to  do  Is  to  anser  an  advertlze- 
ment  and  your  fortln’s  made,”  and  I  wuz  a  eulogizin’ 
thus  and  thus  when  Peter  cum  back.  He  wuz  all 
elated  and  inflated  up. 
It  wont’t  be  long,”  sed  he.  “  till  we’ll  have  a  house 
that’ll  beet  all  Bogstown.” 
“  Why,  what  is  that  ?  ”  sed  he,  I  smelled  somethin’ 
too,  and  started  fur  the  kitchen,  and,  low  and  behold ! 
there  wuz  my  only  tin  tee-kettle  all  melted  down 
onto  the  stove.  I  had  clean  forgot  to  put  any  water 
in  it  In  my  hurry  to  get  a  chance  to  look  at  that 
paper.  I  felt  bad.  and  was  drefful  afraid  Peter 
wood  scold  ;  fur  men  glnerally  think  they  never  do 
any  thing  rong  and  never  has  any  faults,  so  I  never 
sed  a  word  till  tee  wuz  reddy,  havin'  het  water  in  the 
petater  kittle  fur  to  make  tee,  and  all  the  while  I 
wuz  a-doin’  this  I  wuz  a-discoursin’  in  my  own  mind 
whither  to  tell  him  or  not.  Wall,  when  he  cum  out 
to  tee,  and  asked  what  smelled  so,  I  told  him  the 
truth,  and  the  whole  truth,  as  they  says  on  the  wit¬ 
ness  stand;  but,  sed  I  In  quaverin’  tones,  “I  am 
powerful  sorry  I  forgot.” 
“Never  mind,”  sed  he,  “what  is  an  old  tin  tee- 
kettle  ?  You  shall  have  a  silver  one  when  I  git  my 
returns  from  that  rebuss.”  With  that  I  run  and  got 
the  paper,  and  showed  him  the  advertisement  of  a 
Free  Washin’  Machine  and  Gold  Watch;  he  wuz 
clean  beside  hisself. 
“Great  Caesar!”  sed  he,  “that  must  bo  ansered  to- 
nite  !  ”  but  after  much  argyment,  1  persuaded  him  to 
wate  till  mornin.’ 
“Wall,”  sed  he,  “you  may  hav’ the  washin’  ma¬ 
chine,  and  I  will  hav’  the  gold  watch,  and  here,”  sed 
he,  “  is  a  silk  dress  fur  60  cents  !  Any  colur  you  want 
— blue,  scarlet,  yellow  or  Nile  green.” 
“  X  didn’t  hav’  time  to  chuse  before  in  cums  Zekiel 
Jones,  Ole  Bill  Jones’s  youngist  boy.  Peter  in  a  great 
hurry  stuffed  that  paper  in  his  trowsers’  pocket, 
fur  he  didn’t  want  any  one  to  hear  off  or  see  such 
good  bargins.  I  went  to  clearin’  away  the  tee  things, 
an’  az  1  cum  out  of  the  pantry,  I  herd  Peter  a-dickerin’ 
away  with  young  Zekiel  about  the  price  of  his 
watch,  a  good  silver  one  that  liad  bin  handed  down 
from  glneration  to  gineration  of  the  Perkinises.  I 
wuz  that  took  aback  I  couldn’t  help  speekin’  rite 
out : 
“Peter,”  sed  I  “why  do  you  consent  to  part  with 
your  forefathers’  watch  ?  ” 
“  Sarah  Ann  Bunker,”  my  maden  name,  an’  he 
never  calls  me  by  it  unles  he  gits  riled.  “Will  you 
stop  your  interferin’  with  my  biziness?  I  gess  I  knows 
my  own  mind.” 
Wall  I  sed  no  more  an’  he  went  and  sold  his  watch 
fur  $5,  a'most  giv’  it  away,  as  a  body  mite  say.  It 
made  me  feel  purty  bad,  fur  it  allers  ’minded  me  so 
much  of  when  he  used  to  cum  courtin’  and  say  such 
plesant  things,  an’  used  to  pull  out  that  watch  to  see 
if  it  wuz  time  to  go  home;  but  never  before  “the 
’wee  small  hours,”  as  father  used  to  say.  Peter  told 
me  konttdentially  after  Zekiel  wuz  gone,  that  he  did 
it  to  git  postage  money,  get  me  a  silk  dress  fur  50 
cents,  and  so  on  and  so  forth,  and  sed  he.  a  strait- 
nin’  himself  up. 
“  I  shall  hav’  no  furthur  use  fur  it  after  I  git  my 
gold  one.” 
“  We  got  up  dereckly  after  midnite  and  ansered  all 
them  advertizements.  and  as  soon  as  there  wuz  sines 
of  lite  in  the  east  Peter  started  away  on  old  Dobbin  on 
the  keen  kanter,  so  as  to  hav’  them  letters  go  out  in 
the  mornln's  mail.  Peter  has  bin  everyday  con- 
sectively  to  the  post  office  and  express  office  since 
then  a-lookin’  fur  our  fortin’,  gold  watch,  washin’ 
machine,  silk  dress  and  so  forth  and  so  on,  and  it 
has  taken  so  much  of  his  time  he  has  not  tended  to 
the  potato  pach,  beans  and  garden  sass  as  he  ought  to. 
Dobbin  is  skarcely  more  than  skin  and  bone  from 
trav’lin’  konstantly  to  and  from  town.  I  dassen’t  say 
much  fur  Peter  iz  gettin’  thin  and  pevish  from  the 
worry  and  anxiety  consumin'  that  rebuss.  To  be 
shur  we  hav’  received  a  lot  of  sirculars  advertizin’ 
washin’  machines  since  then  but  no  sines  of  a  washin’ 
machln’.  And  the  express  agent  turns  his  back  on 
Peter  and  is  real  sassy  to  him  every  time  he  inquires 
if  it  has  cum,  and  I  put  off  my  washin’  fur  three 
weeks  and  then  had  to  hire  Polly  Jones  to  help  me. 
To  konfess  the  truth,  I  hav’  about  givin’  up  the 
washin'  machine,  gold  watch  and  Bilk  dress,  though  I 
had  decided  upon  a  Nile  green  ;  Peter  Is  as  anxious 
as  ever,  and  believes  omplicitly  In  it ;  but  I’ve  been 
a-castin'  up  expensis,  and  1  ain’t  much  hopeB  ’ceptin’ 
in  that  rebuss  ;  we  have  got  one  or  two  story  papers 
from  it  already  and  are  anxiously  lookin’  fur  more. 
Wal,  as  I  sed,  the  expensis  are  a-countin’  up  and  no 
proseeds  as  yet.  I  will  ’numerate  them.  Tin  tea- 
kittle  only  two  years  old  and  as  good  as  new,  $1 ;  old 
Brindle  gradually  shrinkin’  in  milk  from  Peter  bein’ 
away  at  milkin’  time  at  the  express  and  post  office, 
and  butter  a-rlsin’  at  25  cents,  $5  more  ;  neglectin’ 
petater  and  bean  crop,  and  will  hav’  to  by,  $5;  Polly 
Jones  to  help  me  with  the  washin'  and  she  charged  me 
at  the  rate  of  50  cents;  sellin’  that  watch  at  half  value, 
$5  ;  loss  of  flesh  by  old  Dobbin  $10  more;  postage,  ink 
and  paper  $1  or  about  that,  amountin’  to  the  sum  total 
of  $27.50,  not  includin’  the  sleepless  nites  we’ve 
had  a-layin'  awake,  and  planin’  and  countin’  over 
our  fortin’. 
As  I  look  from  the  winder  I  can  see  Peter  a-cumin’ 
now  on  the  keen  kanter  from  the  post  office,  so  I  must 
hurry  and  bile  the  petater  kittle  and  git  tee.  You 
will  hear  from  me  agin,  whin  our  ship  cums  in, 
namely  that  kompound  komplex  rebuss.  A-doo  till 
then.  SABAH  A*NN  BtTNKEB  PERKINS. 
P.8.  Konfldenshally:  I  sumtimes  think  that  soft- 
nin’  of  the  brain  has  set  in  with  Peter,  all  on  account 
of  the  steady  brain  work  involved  in  solvin’  that 
rebuss. 
Tree  Tramps  The  bo^us  tree  man 
expects  a  big  harvest  this 
Abroad.  TJ  ,  ,  ,  ,  . 
year.  He  has  had  his 
tongue  in  training  since  last  season  and 
is  now  all  ready  for  business.  Keep  an 
eye  out  for  him.  Here,  for  example,  is  a 
note  from  G.  S.  Butler,  of  Connecticut : 
There  are  signs  that  the  “  Fool-Killer  ”  is  still 
“  abroad  in  the  land.”  Only  last  week  he  passed  this 
way.  (I  still  live.)  He  represented  a  Minnesota 
nursery  concern  and  had  complete  control  of  the 
only  six  “yellows-proof  ”  natural  fruit  peaches  In  ex¬ 
istence  on  this  planet  or  any  other.  He  absolutely 
“  warranted  ”  his  peach  trees  to  be  never  troubled 
by  the  yellows  ;  his  plums  and  cherries  to  be  wart- 
proof,  and  his  pears  never  to  blight.  All  his  goods 
are  natural  fruit,  guaranteed  to  reproduce  similar 
sorts  from  seeds  every  time.  Diseased  trees,  he  said, 
are  the  result  of  budding,  grafting  and  other  “  Tom¬ 
my  rot.”  His  mendacity  would  make  any  intelligent 
man's  blood  boil  if  it  wasn’t  so  absurd  and  ridiculous. 
But  he  catches  lots  of  “  suckers.”  He  sold  to  two 
parties  within  half  a  mile  of  my  nursery  35  of  these 
superior  trees  at  the  nominal  price  of  $1  each.  The 
parties  who  bought  these  goods  know  better,  only 
they  can't  say  “No  ”  to  a  glib-tongued  fabricator, 
and  can’t  believe  lie  really  does  lie  until  after  the 
one-sided  contract  has  been  signed.  When  these 
frauds  come  to  our  notice  we  might  at  least  adver¬ 
tise  them,  and  perhaps  save  a  few  doljars  for  some 
who  may  be  inclined  to  be  gullible. 
Eye  Winkers. 
To  the  Amateur  Florist. 
The  season  of  the  year  has  come,  when  in  the  maga¬ 
zine 
The  double-capped  advertisements  of  florists  may  be 
seen  ; 
The  cuts  display  most  gorgeous  plants  and  strangely 
wondrous  flowers, 
To  fill  our  rooms  with  fragrance  rare,  and  climb  the 
garden  bowers. 
Each  graceful  bloomer  has  a  name  we  cannot  under¬ 
stand, 
But  think  the  spelling  indicates  it  must  be  something 
grand ; 
And  so  we  hasten  to  remit  the  very  fancy  price, 
For  plants  to  turn  our  house  and  grounds  into  a  para¬ 
dise. 
We  buy  a  dozen  garden  tools  and  formulate  a  plan 
To  grade  and  beautify  the  lawn,  employ  a  hired  man. 
The  fertilizers  straight  are  bought,  and  lots  of  other 
things  ; 
And  then  we  lay  the  dooryard  out  with  crescents, 
stars  and  rings. 
But  frequently  the  showers  fail,  the  season  is  too  dry, 
Too  wet,  too  hot,  too  cold,  too  bright,  or  some  good 
reason  why 
The  gorgeous  plants  which  were  to  yield  a  wonderful 
display, 
Have  seldom  blooms  enough  to  make  a  buttonhole 
bouquet.  i>.  A.  w. 
Old-time  husking  bees  were  held  in  the  barn  by 
the  light  of  horn  lanterns  and  the  moon.  This  light 
was  sufficient  to  enable  the  huskers  to  fill  the  bins 
and  distinguish  red  ears  from  white  ones.  Times 
have  changed.  A  “fancy  farmer”  near  New  York 
recently  gave  a  “  barn  party  ”  that  must  have  sad¬ 
dened  the  ghosts  of  our  ancestors.  A  1,000-liglit  elec¬ 
tric  plant  was  set  up  in  the  barnyard,  and  electric 
lights  inside  of  tin  cans,  pumpkin  Jack  O’lianterns 
and  other  devices,  changed  night  into  day.  Not 
much  corn  was  husked  except  the  corns  stepped  on 
during  the  dance. 
Much  has  been  said  about  the  virtues  of  the  Suffolk 
as  a  farm  horse.  One  claim  is  that  the  Suffolk  is  a 
worker— not  making  any  “false  motions.”  As  an 
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showy  action,  now  so  popular  with  modern  Shire- 
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