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4 FATALISM. Fossession,dIthinightmares mm* $: HE duck pie that the cook had served for breakfast at the club was exquisite! Too exquisite in fact, for '\|UMBV friend, Robert j5f Merrier, and 1 made Xl^K such a hole in it that, on rising from the table, we felt a vague sensation oi sleepiness and congestion. "Will you take a walk with me?" asked Robert. "Let us go to my rooms. I want to show you two new pictures." 'All right." We were walking very fast, oppress ed by the cold, smoking our cigars with rapid puffs and not saying much, when with a common movement we stopped to look at a superb bay cob, harnessed to a tilbury, who was" coming in our direction at a gate that showed supple strength and per fect rhythm. Just then we were op posite the Palais de l'lndustrie, al most at the corner of the Avenue Marigny. At the precise moment when the horse was passing by us he slipped with all four feet and fell to the ground heavily. There he lay, entangled in the shafts and traces with an air of bewild3red abandon. Passers-by came running up Soon there was a group, talking and ges ticulating. At last the horse was ex tricated, raised up and led away by the bridle. The carriage, one of the shafts of which was broken, was haul ed to the nearest carriage house by a team of officious by-standers, among them, of coui'se, a kitchen maid. As we'moved *off I said to my friend: "A fine invention, decidedly, this wooden pavement! At the least frost, the slightest drizzle, these poor horses are unable to stand up. I have seen seven or eight accidents my self, on this very spot, within ayear." Robert, turning very pale, answer ed me in a strange voice that was al so a little hard: "If so many accidents happen on this spot, it is ray fault." "Your fault? You are mad!" "No but morally I am innocent." And he continued, for my air of amazement implied all possible in terrogations for enlightment: "Ah! my dear fellow, how incidents of no appaient importance some times upset our whole lives! You must have asked yourself why I have changed my way of living. I am go ing to tell you the story which has opened my eyes to the invisible world." This phrase, and especially its con clusion, filled me with some anxiety. Whether it was the duck pie, or the fear of seeing Robert go mad, I do 'not know, but I It a disagreeable cramp in my stomach. With wander ing eyes and contracted brow he con tinued: "You remember George Sauviniere and his targic death about two years and a half ago. On reaching home one night, I found a letter in which he announced to me his intention of killinsr himself. I immediately hur ried to the little hotel in the Rue des Saussaies, a dismal den where he bad lived since his misfortune. I arrived too late he hanged himself. While the servant went in search of a useless doctor and to notify the police, I reAiained there, alone with the body which we had stretched upon the bed. Around the neck a very slight violet streak, a countenance that was almost smiling, the chin thrown a little forward. As I took a few steps toward the mantel-piece to lisht two candles, my foot caught in the rope that we had cut and thrown upontheground. A curiosity seized mea curiosity that was min gled with a sort of timid respectto get a closer view, to examine and feel this thing that had killed. It was a curtain cord, covered with red wor sted, and. looking bourgeois and harmless enough, and, while I was handling it, thinking 'What! it was thislandfilledwith that astonishment which always come from finding so paltry and simply the factors of the problem of death, which seems to us so gigantic, there came to my mind that old superstition which makes the rope with which a man has been hanged an infallible talisman of good luck." "Well, you took the rope. But I do not see the relation." "Wait! No, I did not take the rope. The police officer who'was coming would ask to see it, and I would" blush a little at this fit of superstition.' But I cut off a little piece of it, two or three inches in length, which reaching home, I eareiully placed in my pocketbook." "And then?" "Then, starting from the moment when I ha bit of rope in my began to digest badly, had constant that took no"particular form at first, and then, little by little, became more definite and every night I again saw Sauvin iere, with his little violet streak around his neck- It was flreadfnl. 2t came to a pass where I was-afraid to go to sleep. I spent many nights in gambling at the elub. And what ill-luck I had! You can imagine. Finally, I was taken sick. The "doc tors knew not what to do. You understand, of course that I was not going to tell them my dreams. At that time I was vith Marfcheyou know ftfarthe. One day she told me that her cook knew a certain Saggi. You do not know him? A wonder ful man, my deie fellow, a sorcerer." Robert utjtored this word with an indescribable expsession of anxious respect. "Cut the rope? Where did tlmt' "Then this cook had Saggi consult the cards for her. Marthe wanted to see him, and advise me to consult him. Let mo tell you tha this Saggi is astonishingfrightful, even. You have never paid any attention to sorcerv?" "Very little.*' "You are wrong. You see, people laugh withoutrealizingthat they are playing with terrible things." "But the rope, the |rope!" I cried. "Ah, yes, the ropeI am coming back to it. For a year I studied with Saggi, and all that tims misfortune continued to rain upon me. I broke my leg in falling from a horse Mar the left me I quarreled with three old friends, and was neglected in the will of my unelp, who had made me ploy chess with him twice a week for 15 years, Everything, in short, every thing!" "But the rope? Where did that come in?" "The rope! Exactly it was the rope!" "Wha$ it brought ill luck?" "Yes, mjr dear fellow. You would never have believed it. But that's because yon dc not know. And at that time I did not knoweither. But now!" And with an air that was at once triumphant and sorrowful, Robert added: "I was always dreaming of the hanged man. I had a nervous dis ease. I have it yet, for that matter. Unable to stand it longer, I deter mined to tell all to Saggi, and he ex-" plained everything to me. Very bad, my rope! Depiorable! An absolute toked of ill luck!" "Oh ho! Another illusion wiped out! Painful, very painful," I said in a conciliating tone. "Do not joke it is a very serious matter. This was Saggi's explana tion, The rope with which a man has been hanged does indeed bring luck, but on the express condition that the man hanged did not commit suicide, but was executed by a public hang- man." "Precious information! But the horse that we saw just now?" "I am coming to that. The rope that has hanged a suicide brings, on the contrary, ill luck. "Enlightened by this revelation, I wanted to get rid immediately of the rope which I had been keeping so carefully, and which was unquestionably the cause of all my misfortunes. But how to do it? It was not a thing to be done lightly. The talisman might fall in to other hands and become the mis fortune of some one else. In that case the responsibility would be mine, and, you see, nothing obstructs the flow of the fluid portion of the soul like" "Thank you. I prefer to remain in ignorance. But what course did you take?" "I resolved to throw this* cursed rope into the water. With that in view I left my house one night, holding the piece of red rope, which seemed to me to have a de moniacal tint. As I was crossing the Champs Elvsees, at the place where we just saw the accident, 1 stumbled into a heap of sandthey were just then la mg the wooden pavementand fell so awkwardly that I again broke the leg which had suffered by my previous accident. In my fall I dropped the rope. I fainted: they carried me to my house and I lay there flat on my back, for three months. The rope remained in the hole and they laid the pavement over it. And since that time all the horses fall at that spot, and there have been fatal ac cidents. It is frightful and queer, is it not?" "Terrifying," said I, with an air of conviction. "But how about yourself? Have you got rid of your evil genius?" "Oh, you may be sure. I bought the whole rope with which Stramford, the English assassin, was hanged last Summer in London. I went to get it myself. It cost me dear, but I do not regret it. Now, I am in luck and, in factI may announce it to youlam goingto be married." Thumped Him for a Fool. James Welch, of Middletown, Conn., having been told that the force of a dynamite explosion was downward, made a practical test of this princi ple a few days ago by boring a big hole into a monstrous gnarled log, into which he put a lot of dynamite, ignited a short-time fuse and care lessly sat down astride one end of the log. Soon Welch and the log as cended in a curve about 30 feet. In the descent the position of the couple was reversed. Welch arrived at earth first, the log followed, and Welch says it thumped him several times alter he was down. mm Natural Gas in Caesar's Day Natural gas has been known and extensively used in China and other parts of Asia for many centuries, and history tells us of a natural gas well in France in the time of Julius Caesar. It was first discovered in the United States near Pictsburg, about fifty years ago, but it is only of late years that it has been extensively'util ized.Golden Days. -^i Artificial Lightning:. .t Provide a tin tube that is larger at one end than it is at the other, and in which there are several holes. Fill this tube with powdered resin and and when it is shook over the flame of a torch the reflection will produce the exact appearance of lightning. Cor. Sunny Hour. t, wgnmuL JOPJCS. irtrORMATION ABOUT MATTERS PERTAINING TO THE FARM. Diseases of FowlsAdulterated CheeseWhy the Dairy Does Not PayCanadian Wheat Growing-The Phlloso-, phy of the Glz- zard. vy* _~i?ir Diseases of Fowls. Says a correspondent in the Michi gan Poultry breeder: From a reading of the many poul try papers, and a consideration of the numerous advertisments of "roup pills," "cholera cures," "egg foods" and other nostrums, one might* sup pose that one of the necessities of the fowls was a hospital and an apothe cary shop. But there is where we are apt to go Wrong. i The doctoring of the sick fowls, es pecially when you do not know what ails them is generally a hopeless task: It is far better to keep them well than to try to cure after they get sick. An ounce of' prevention is worth a ton of cure. A few simple remedies, gener ally such as are useful about the house any way or generally kept on hand, are all the case requires. Spirits of turpentine.kerosene, sulpher, sulphate zinc, camphor carbonic acid, and in sect powders are about all that are needed. For gaps, for instance, a few drops of camphor on a bread pill tak en in time will cure so what is the use of buying anything else for the purpose? For roop, camphor in drinking water is a good preventive, sulphic of zinc for syringing the nostrils and turpen tine for swabbing out the throat or wind pipe are equal to any known remedies. For scaly legs, a very common dis ease, particularly for old fowls, sul phur and lard or kerosene, applied freely* to the affected part, are both "sure cures," For scabs, very prevalent during the_summer months, after picking off thejscab, apply an ointment made of soap, one teaspoonful carbolic acid five drops. It is a dead shot. For lice and mites, sulphur and lard or a dusting with the "pyrethrum insect powder is all sufficient. A sprinkling with al per cent solution of sulphuric acid wifi drive these pests away from the premises. For cholera the best known remedy is a sharp hatchet. Thegreat prevent ive is a thorough sprinkling of yards, houses, nests, etc., with a 1 per cent solution of sulphuric acid. Bumble foot requires an operation. Diarrhoea may be controlled by soaking oak bark in the drinking water. Other diseases are generally obscure and should not be treated with medi cines. Confinement and a change of diet is about the best that can be done in such cases. A proper understanding of the fo"\\l business will relieve it of the compli cation with which it has been invested by writers on the subject. The whole thing is simple enough and rests up on a few fundamental principles. Cleanliness, comfort and proper leed ing, in general terms, coverthe ground. All minor features must conform to these, but may vary to suit the cir cumstances of each case. Canadian Wheat Growing. Writing of wheat growing in Canada a writer in the Ohio Farmer has ttiis to say: Of course one system will no't ap ply to all soils and latitudes with equal success, but some real system should be the motto of every agricul turist. My own is as follows: First, plowthegroundin the fall and let it lie as left by theplow until thefirst of July, then plow again from six to seven inches deep. I plow deep in order to get a soil that will stand hardship if necessary and one that is not easily exhausted. Then harrow down solid, use the roller freely, as much time is saved and much good done by its use. It makes your soil firm and solid and makes it stand the dry weather much batter. Work the surface ot your soil, thoroughly with cultivator and har row, and in every case after it is worked with these imple ments follow with the roller. If there be Cannda thistles in the ground use your cultivator most and endeavor to do the cultivating on dry hot days and fo low immediately with the roller, for by so doing you kill the thistles and pulverize your soil. Con tinue this until the last week in Au gust then plow from three to four inches deep and follow with harrow and roller. Make the ground very solid and firm then prepare your seed bed from one and a to two half inches deep, and by having solid ground below this depth the roots of the plant take firm hold on the solid sou and do" not heave out so easily as if the soil were loose. Judging from my own experience this system is a good one and will give good satisfaction. Frank H. Walker, Waterford, Ont. The Philosophy of the Gizzard, A fowl's gizzard, where so many lost articles turn up, is a curious trap as well as a necessary vital organ of the fowl, saj's a contemporary. Dia monds, pearls, coin, buttons, tacks, orange peel and about everythingelse, save dynamite have been found in the gizzards of ffcwls. A study of the organ is interesting. Experiments have demonstrated that what may be called the gastric juice in fowls has not sufficient power to dissolve their food without the aid of the grinding action of the gizzard. Before the food is prepared for digestion, therefore, the grains must be subjected to a tri- turating process, and such as are not sufficiently bruised in this maimer be fore passing into the gizzard, there reduced to, the proper state by its natural action. The action of the gizzard is, in this respect, mechanical, tins organ serving as a mill to grind the feed to pieces, and then by means of its powerful muscles, pressing it gradually into the intestines in the form of a pulp. The power of this or gan is said to be sufficient to pulver ize hollow globules of glass in'a very short time, and solid masses of the same substance in a few weeks. The rapidity of this process seems to be proportionate generally to the size of the bird. A chicken, for example, breaks up such substances as are re ceived into its stomach less rapidly than the capon, while a goose per forms the same operation sooner tjhan either. Needles and even lancets giv en to turkeys have been broken in pieces and voided without any appar ent injury to the stomach. The rea son, undoubtedly, is that the larger species of birds have thicker and more powerful organs of digestion.Farm ers' Review. Adulterated Cheese. It is claimed that the sale of skim cheese has grown to large proportions on this coast, but we dare say that there are few persons who deal in them, let alone the consumers, who are aware how they are made. On this coast, skfm cheese is manufac tured of emulsion of'refined lard and skim milk. At the East, a large pro portion is made of emulsion of refined lard and potatoes, no milkbeing used. How the emulsion of refined lard is prepared is a secret, but it cannot be very expensive, for skim cheese sell in our market, in jobbing lots, at around five cents a pqund, while at the East they are sold for still less money. The manufacturer and also the dealer in oleomargarine and butterine are liable by law to severe punishment if they sell either without proper notice to purchasers,* yet cheese made chief ly of hog fat or cotton-seed oil is sold to unsuspecting persons as cheese made from milk. Its consumption in quantity undermines health, even if it does non entail death, 3'et the person or persons who are instrumental in this health-destroying business go un punished. Organized farmers, who did so much to have laws passed de fining oleomargarine and visiting with, severe punishment those who manu facture and also those who deal in it without proper safeguard for the general public, would do well to have similar laws passed about skim cheese.Pacific Rural Press. Why the Dairy Does Not Pay, One of the prime reasons why the dairy does not pay better, is that there is not an equalized produc tion of dairy produce, and the sur plus now comes when it is the most difficult season to carry it an un changed condition, so that there is a constant effort on the part of the sellers to force this butter and cheese upon the market, to the demoraliza tion of prices. The answer often made is that there are no winter factories near us. The factory closes its doors the 15fch of Novem ber. Why did it close its doors? Was there a supply of milk in sight for five months to come? Had the far mers tried to have a supply of milk to keep the factory open? In these days of demand for fresh made dairy produce the year round, there is no factory man so stupid as to shut up his factory with 3,000 pounds of milk to be had daily for the winter, when this means a profitable income to him through the winter. As a rule the farmer is about the only man who can afford to stop business and forego income for five or six months every year, and especially when dairy produce is selling at double the prices that. the same goods bring in the summer. These are fac worth looking up and acting upon.Practical Farmer. Profit in Stock. According to the German experi ments, food equal to two percent of the weight of an animal must first eo to sustain life before any gain can be made thusforalt)0 pound animal two pounds would be,fed without pro fit, for a 200 pound animal four pouifds, and for a 300 pound animal six pounds. There is the most profit in smaller pigs and quicker returns. It is possible to put any amount of feed into a hog and gefno return for it. As an an exchange says: "Swine have an immense power for the con sumption of food, and can use upgrain remarkably fast without making any commensurate return, if the feeding is not done with judgment. On the oth er hand, underproper conditions, they can turn the grain to flesh with as handsome a margin for profit as can any stock on thefarm." A rapid and. constant 'growth are necessary to avoid loss and secure the greatest pro fit. Some Pointers. As to whether it is best to sell sheep early with the wool on, or later with the wool off, can only be determined by the prices. Wool can not be grown to the best advantage from the backs of poor sheep any more than good arops of grain can be grown onathin, rundown soil. 4 The English farmer turns his sheep into the turnip field to gather the crop for themselves. He thus saves the labor of handling them, and at the same time gets the land well-manured. It takes a certain quantity of food per 100 pounds of cow to keep her alive. Above that what she eats goes to milk or flesh. The 900-pound cow MATTERS OF INTEREST TO THE r, RISING GENERATION. A Fox StoryA Little Sunbeam^. Lemonade By RuleCargo tT'f, of ElephantsDls- armed ft-^j A Fox Story, We are accustpmed to lavishing a great deal of sympathy on the fox that is chased over hill and dale, through wood and meadow, by packs of hounds and red-coated huntsmen, and men have been known to state their opinion that this is a very hard world because the fox gets chased all about, but never has much sport in the hunting line himself, which is a very mistaken notion. If any creat ure gets sport out of life, if is no less a being'than Master Reynard himself, who terrorizes Brer Babbit is an inveterate wild and tame goose chaser, and who as a hunter of mice is unsurpassed. One fox that I was reading about a short time since re tired early from the hunt in which it was intended he should be victim, and to escape the hounds took refuge in a magpie's nest, while he whiled away the hours of the afternoon eat ing up the magpies as they returned honfe in very finished style. Another story it said to have been told by a "gentleman of'the strictest veracity," who got the t^le in Franco. A friend of his was in the habit of shooting in a very will and rocky section of the country. Part of the rocky ground was on the side of a very hieh hill, not accessible to sports men, and lrom&his hill the hares and foxe?, which were the chiefgame of the region, would at night betake'them selves to the plains below. Leading from these rocks to the lower ground were two gullies" made by the rains, near one of which the veracious gen tleman who tells the story stationed himself and' his attendant one night in the hope of bagging some hares. Hardly had they taken up their position when they perceived a fox creeping stealthily c[own through the gully, followed closely by another. After they had played together for a few minutes, one of the foxes went into hiding under one of the larger rocks at the end of the gully, and the other haying apparently bidden him good night, sneaked back to the hill again. In a moment he was back but before him racing down through the gullybeing chased, in fact was a harefleeingfor her life and as the intended victim was passing the rock where the first fox lay concealed, hehe tried to seize her by suddenly springing upon her, but his sim' was bad and he missed. The purusing fox came up at this moment, and finJing that the lack of skill of his co-con spirator had resulted in the loss of his supper, he began to snap and snarl at the other .in such a fashion that the spirit of the offending fox was aroused, and a rough-and tumble fight resulted. They fought fiercely for several minutes, but as neither seemed to be getting the better of the other, the huntsman himself took the matter in hand, and shot them. It is true that this little story ended in a tragedy for the foxes, but there can be no doubt that they had all the sport out of the hare that they were entitled to, nor is there any reason to believe that had they caught her they would have treated her" any more gently than the fox-hunter is ac customed to treat his prey, so that after all the cunning creatures are not entitled to very much of our sym pathy.Harper's Young People A Little Sunbeam. Railroad engineers and firemen, grimy and taciturn, lead a more dan gerous life than any soldier, but their occupation is prosaic, and few give them credit for heroism or the gentler feelings which make up the romantic side of human nature. Yet in their existence there sometimes falls a spark of light or a ray of sunshine il luminates the smoky cab. The over land train had arrived at Oakland, California, and the great iron engine was throbbing and puffing after a long and sinuous trip over the moun tain sides and rocky defiles, lofty trestles, and marshy stretches. The din in the depot was deafening, but out of thpehaos sounds of a sweet, girlish voice was heard welcoming her parents, who had arrived on'the train. She was a little golden-haired beauty, scarcely seven years of age, with a quick intelligent eye and a lov ing nature, to which she gave full vent in the radiant and impulsive way she welcomed her parents back. At last they took her by the hand and pro ceeded towards the waiting feiry boat. As they passed by the engine at tached to the train,, the little one brokeaway, ran up to the big, black machine, and patted the drivirig wheels affectionately with her small white hands. Then, looking up at the smokestack she said: "You good, big, old iron horse, you haye brought back papa and mamma safe over the great mountain to their little girl, and 1 want to thank you, even it yon don't care for me, because I am so little. And you, too," she continued, turning her face wistfully towards the grimy engineer and fire man, who were looking down at her "Hove you all.'" Then she kissed her hand to them and was gone. "Bill," said the engineer to his fire man, "what was that?" "'Peared like an angel," said the fireman, echoing the other's thought. Just then a fleeting sunbeam from the great orb sinking down in the Golden Gate came stealing through a chink in the depot and "le by the lgineer into his* cab. The was a Lemonade by Rule. Eleanor Hamilton was fourteen* ^p years d, and like most g'rjs of four teen she was fond of the society young women even more advanced in. age than herself. So when Kitty Wil liams, her dearest friend, aged fifteen, brought her cousjn Maud'Wilhamg* aged seventeen, to callwell, Eleanor felt like a grown-up young lady. It wa a warm summer afternoon,, and Eleanor had taken her guests to the broad piazza that was already frunished with two little table3, a. hammock, and a number of (hairs. It was so sheltered by vines that only a stray sunbeam found its way into the* gre retreat. Kitty an I Maud had been seated about five minutes, when a trim little maid appeared, bearing a pitcher and three tumblers. "Miss Jessie sent you this, with her compliments." "Oh, lemonade! How kind of your sister!" exclaimed Kitty. "I hope wa will see her this afternoon." "Jessie is up to her eyes in doughy so to speak," answered Eleanor. "Ever since she graduated from the ccoking school nothing will keep her and her cook-book out of the kitchen." "And did she make .the delicious lemonade?" |'0f course she did," said a fresb blithe voice. "She made it, as she* makes everything else, by rule." "Oh, Jessie, do tell us your rule. Somehow I never get it quite rights Do tell me exactly how \ou made this, and I'll promise to. follow your directions 'ever after,' as the fairy books say." -''I've gob some mousse packed the freezer that I must go back to vat a minute. But here's the reciept: To begin with, allow one lemon to each* tumbler of water. If you want to* make lemonade for four persons, use four lemons. Squeeze three and a half into a pit her, and slice up the last half-lemon. Use a sharp knife* and slice it very t^hin." "Why not squeeze all four lemons?"" asked Maud. "Why add the sliced! lemon?" 'For ornament only." answered! Jessie. "It looks pretty in theglasses with the ice. Then," she continued,, "add four tumblers of water, but don't fill the tumblers quite full. The ice will melt some, and that weakens the lemonade a trifle. Add three heaping: teaspoonfuls of granulated sugar for every lemon used, unless you want it very sweet. Then stir it thoroughly, so that when the last glassful is poured out, it won't be a mass of sy rup. Last of air, add some cracked ice." "How much?" asked Eleanor. "As much as thecoqk will give you,"" answered Jessie, laughing. "Oh, dear!" she added, in mock despair. "My mousse! my mousse!" And bidding a. hasty good-by to her friends, the little cook betook herself to her kitchen and to the interesting concoction known as mousse, leaving Eleanor, Kitty, and Maud to*their own devices. Cargo of Elephants. "An elephant's shoulder is never still," is a Hindoo saying indicative of the restlessness of the animal. Mr. J.- L. Kipling, in his "Man and Beast in India," tells how the animal's pas sion for moving about once came near wrecking a ship. A batch of elephants were taken oiv board at Calcutta, and the steamer went down on the Hooghly. and afc night anchored off Sangor Point. The sja was as still as oil, but the ship, rolled so much that he was in datt-i g^r of rolling over. The elephants. hid found that by swaying to and tro all together, they could produce a pleasant rocking motion. As the ship had no other cargo, and rode light, the captain was much frightpned. The mahouts were hur ried down into the hold, and each* one, seated on his own beast, made him "break step but they had tcs stay there for a long time. Disarmed, A true Celt does not need to kiss tfie.' "blarney stone" in order to gain^a, flattering tongue. In is his as part of hi* birthright. A little eight-year-old Irish boy iw O leof our public schools was reprov I by his teacher ior some mibchief says an exchaAse. He was about to deny his fault, wicu sh said: "J saw you, Jerry." "Yes," he replied, as quick as flash. "I tells them there 11 r. much* yous don't see wid them pmiy black, eyes of yourn." That was the soft answer thasturx* ed away wrath. Her Sympathy, Little Dorothy takes a trip alone in thb horse cars every morning, under the conductor's care, orf her way to the kindergarten. On her return at noon she always has some story to tell of what she has seen on her jour ney. "What did you see in the car this morning, Dorothy?" asked her mam ma at dinner one day. "Why, mamma," said sweet-tem pered Dorothy, sorrowfully, "I saw & man and woman sitting side by side and quarreling! So I went and sat between them, for I felt so sorry for that poor man, mamma!" Milk and cream are very susceptible- i to odors and should not be kept in 5 cellars where there is anything that :)l| will contaminate." '1}M A cow that can not be made to give ,tM 300 pounds of butter a year isn*t IpsJI much of a cow, or the owner isn'ir. much of a feeder: In general we must a quit