Some old woman always had a calf born the same night you were!" Jake Corey was refreshingly frank.

He would give me a quizzical look, shift his quid, and begin: "Spent a sight o' money on hens, hain't ye?
Wall, by next year I guess you'll find out whether ye want to quit foolin' with hens or not.

Now, my hens doan't git no condition powder, nor sun-flower seeds, nor no such nonsense, and I ain't got no bone cutter nor fancy fountains for 'em; but I let 'em scratch for themselves and have their liberty, and mine look full better'n your'n.

I'll give ye one p'int.

You could save a lot by engagin' an old hoss that's got to be killed.