Mountain Home maverick. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1906-1911, 1908-07-16

poultrym get that tired feeling. |
They treat their hens as some farm
ers do their farm machinery. You
may find the mowers down in the
meadow where the last swath was cut, |
the scythe in the sour apple tree and !
the self binder in a snowdrift. That |
man may belong to the grange. but he
Is no farmer. and his main crops are
mortgages. Canada thistles and trou
BILE. He needs spruce beer tonic. His
chickens roost on the old pear tree and
the wagon wheel. and his taxes are
larger than his wheat crop.
When a man processes religion, there
are times when his liabilities are his
assets, and no one knows that his
bank vaults are full of hot air till they
blow up. Sometimes he succeeds in
fooing all the people all the time. But
when man pretends to be farmer
he has to show the goods. The condi-
ton of his farm gives the game away.
He may CAB all day on scientific prin-
ciples in agriculture. but his neighbors
round the stove at the crossroads store
wink the other eye.
Such are some protested poultry
mon. They like to visit other fellows
plants to suggest improvements, to
Judge their stock and to brag up their
own goods. II cackle gets any one to
the good place. they will surely get
seat up front with the angels.
After enduring continual harangue
from one of these smart Alexis for sew
eral months we concluded to visit his
plant. Happily he was absent. and
we had quiet view. We got enough
His pens were old shacks filed in with
coal ashes. There were young scrubs
roosting on the lousy nests. Little
crooked backed ROSTERS and wry tail
ed, twisted toed hens ran to greet us.
We felt like telephoning for barrel
Of corn. They we're starving. We did
take the liberty to fill up the dry
pans that were lying around half filed
with filth. and you would have thought
| those chickens would drown them
selves.
1t was the worst combination Of lice,
droppings and diseased stock we have
witnessed. The proprietor. unaware
Of our visit. met us on the street the
next day and. after learnedly discuss
ing the merits of the dry feeding
method, he informed us that he was
about to try an original formula for
forcing hens to lay. and IL he succeed
ed in increasing the daily output of his
own pens he would shortly manufac-
ture egg tonic on large scale. We
stopped, looked and listened" and as
we tore ourselves away we unused
whether that man needed tonic or
club.
AS we are ION eggs" we will simply
say he needed eggnog.
Now. there are others" IL isn't just
some poultrymen and some farmers
that ought to be arrested for cruelty
to animals" but there are enough
back yard fanciers In our towns and
villages Of the same careless character
who ought to be locked up or made to
clean up.
And now, while we are talking about
eggnog. 1t is appropriate to say that
these people who are continually CIV
ing tonics to their chickens are putting
the medicine into the wrong trough.
There is no likelihood of their laying
eggs. and, so far as cackle Is con
cerned. they cackle too much now. but
II certainly is plain enough that they
need something to make them do some
thing so that their chickens may prove
something of what these cocks on the
high perch" OF poultrydom are cac
king. Give them good dose of gin
ger. red pepper. fenugreek. and add {
large amount of charcoal for disin
fectant for they need it badly
They have a bad attack of 'win6
puff" and as you do with chickens ar
f1icted with that disease just run
few hatpins into them and let out thu
''hot air"
: If the right man is behind the hen
there is no need OF egg stimulant what
: ever. The best of the egg tonics
made up of one ounce of fenugrees
two ounces of red pepper, one ounce
e venetian red and twelve ounces
filler
One pound at % cents shows tn
: vast profit that is made from peopl
: who are too lazy. too careless or to
stingy to take proper care of thei
y bowls.
n you are getting no eggs this wiz
q ter?"
a My friend. you need eggnog- Mi
/ your brains with pains. and then you
get the gains.
/ OIL BY THE BARREL.