"Yes, Crankin makes money, has a sight o' incubators, makes 'em himself, sells a lot, but some say they don't act like his do when they git off his place; most on 'em seem possessed, but Crankin, he can manage 'em and makes money too." "Do your ducks lay much ?" "Lay! I don't want 'em to lay! Sell 'em all out at nine weeks, 'fore the pin feathers come; then they're good eatin'-- for them as likes 'em.

I've heard of yure old lot.

Kill 'em, I say, and start new!" "Crankin says--" "I don't care nothing what Crankin says" (here the voice would have filled a cathedral), "I tell ye; me and Crankin's two different critters!" So I felt; but it would not do to give up.

I purchased an expensive incubator and brooder--needn't have bought a brooder.

I put into the incubator at a time when eggs were scarce and high priced, two hundred eggs--hens' eggs, ducks' eggs, goose eggs.