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PHILADELPHIA, DECEMBER 24, 1874. 
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A. H. WEST’S HOUSE, GROUNDS, AND POULTRY HOUSES. 
Pouttry Department. 



(For Fanciers’ Journal.) 
TRIPS AMONG THE FANCIERS. No.1. 
WE this week present our readers with a fine cut, giving 
a view of A. H. West’s house, grounds, and poultry houses, 
situated in Canada, on the Detroit River, near Detroit; a 
correspondent, who recently visited Mr. West, says of De- 
troit, ‘‘ that it is situated on the Detroit River (or Strait), 
which is one of the finest streams on this Continent, and 
bears upon its bosom all the commerce of the Lakes, the 
magnitude of which may be appreciated when we learn 
that a vessel passes a given point every five minutes, day 
and night, during the season of navigation.’’ Glimpses of 
its attractiveness, which met my eyes when approaching the 
city from the east, induced me to stop over for a time and 
obtain a closer view of its loveliness. After rambling about 
the beautiful streets, until somewhat weary, I returned to 
the Russell House and asked the clerk if they had any poultry 
men in the city; I found I had opened an encyclopedia of 
information, for he rattled off the names of Skinner, Wolf- 
enden, Hatch, and Wright, and remarked, ‘‘and there is 
West, whose place of business is the other side of the ave- 
nue, a few steps from here.” 
Proceeding at once to Mr. West’s and introducing my- 
self, I was cordially received, and in his company called 
upon several of the poultry men in the city; after which 
was driven by him to his residence, upon the Canada side 
of the river, four miles below the city. A ride of less than 
twenty minutes (behind a spanking good team) brought us 
to Petit Coite, the French for ‘little shore,’’ the name of 
the place, and to one of the most pleasant and complete 
establishments it has ever been my fortune to visit. he 
house, you will see, is the Italian villa style of architecture, 
and is situated about three hundred feet from the river; in 
the centre of a beautifully kept and shaded lawn. At the 
rear of the house, are the poultry houses, in which we felt 
the most interest, and which are deserving a more extended 
description than we are now able to give; they are very 
tasteful structures, two stories in height. Entering, we find 
ourselves first in the office of the poulterer, richly carpeted 
