Morning journal and courier., 1884-08-18
CHICKENS IN IRELAND.
How 10000 Fowls are Raised on a Single Farm.
From the Country Gen

From the Country Gentleman.]
 From time to time we receive inquiries with regard to poultry keeping on a large i scale. A correspondent in a recent number of the Irish Farmers Gazette who has 8 chicken farm of twenty-five acres, keeping I 10, ,0O0 fowls, describes his method, which we condense as follows:
 I feed the fowls while young principally
 boiled horse flesh. As the time for fatten-
 ing approaches, I gradually diminish the quantity, and during the last three or four weeks leave it off altogether, when fatten them on potatoes, Indian meal, pollard and other grains. The flesh is of excellent fla vor, quite white and remarkably firm. The
 birds supplied with abundance of water, and kept scrupulously clean. I find that where animal food is continued too long, the fowls contract diseases, and the quil1s of their feathers become charged with blood. On my farm numerous well ventilated buildings. The yard is divided into compartments by wire fences, containing given number of fowls, chased according to their ages. Horse flesh constituted the principal part of their nour- ishment. Horses unfit for service are bought, and killed in slaughter houses on the premis- es. Nothing is lost; the skin is sold to the
 tanners, the head and hoofs go to make Prus- sian blue, the large bones are made into but tons, the small ones ground for manure, and the marrow is bought by the perfumers, who sell it for bears grease. The flesh is cut from the bones, cooked in immense boilers, and when cold, chopped in 8 sausage machine It is then seasoned with salt and pepper, which keeps it wholesome and contributes to the health of the fowls Vegetable nutri- ment for poultry is sufficient. In winter they cannot obtain the insects and worms to maintain their health, hence do not lay. By giving them meat, they can be made to lay the year round. hope to be able, next winter, to send the 10000 dozen eggs to market Every good hen I reckon, brings ! me, deducting failures, lbs. ($3.75) year. They continue laying four years, and at the end of that time, after three weeks fattening, are fit for the market. The hens, which are constantly laying never want to sit The chickens are matched artifcially. The incu- bators are very simple, consisting of boxes like nests placed in rows, and heated by steam at regular temperature. The eggs are covered up from the light. As soon as a chick escapes from it's shell it is removed to another room. About half the chicks matched are males. After trying many of the foreign breeds, find that the natives are preferable and give a more savory flesh. The dung is 8 very important item of profit; it is much sought after by market gardeners as one of the best manures known, it's action being favorable to every kind of vegetable.
 Tall Story.
 From the Chicago HeraldJ "Yes, I'm confirmed blood -drinker, ,now,' D | remarked ruddy, merry engineer, land it is quite a funny story how I happened to ! start it, too. About three years ago my health was pretty bad, and my folks were very much worried about me. got thin and
 hollow-eyed, and had a few night sweats. The fact is, I had consumption, and knew it. hadn't any other expectation than that
 in year or so I'd have to give up my engine
 and soon after that part from my wife and
 little ones I don't know that ought to
 say it, but the thought of leaving my engine
 of parting from my family. People kept
 advising me to drink blood, and cited alleged
 cures to me by the dozen. But there was
 something abhorrent to me about that kind
 of beverage, and I couldn't go it. Two or
 three times I made an effort to down some of
 it, but twas no go. Well, one day was
 running along with No. as usual, and feel
 ing pretty well down in the mouth, too. I
 had begun to feel weak, and had heard the
 boss was making inquiries about my condi-
 tion with 8 view to laying me off. It made
 me blue as my boiler jacket. Suddenly at a
 country road crossing fool heifer jumped
 right in front of us. We were going lively,
 and as the pilot struck her it cut her up fear
 fully and landed her right upon the smoke
 stack. I hope may never touch my throttle
 again if @ stream of warm blood from that
 heifer didn't take me right in the mouth.
 My mouth was open, too, and in two seconds
 I had unwillingly become blood-drinker.
 There wasn't anything disagreeable aboutit,
 either, and I've been drinking blood ever
 since. That heifer saved my life."