CHAPTER XI
JACK AT THE CIRCUS
Ferd drove the wagon up to one of the buildings where a low, broad platform opened into a room with a concrete floor, about which stood many milk cans. In one corner was a big tank, partly filled with milk.
Jack was interested in what followed. Greeting with a cheery “good morning” the man in charge, Fred proceeded to lift out his cans of milk to the platform of a scale.
“Do you weigh the milk?” asked Jack. “I thought it went by measure.”
“We weigh it here,” answered the man. “That’s the way they do at most dairies and cheese factories.”
Ferd was given a ticket showing how much milk he had delivered, and then turning his wagon about, he drove to a pump that stood on a sort of elevated tank, with a trough extending from it to a height convenient for the vehicle.
“What you going to do now?” asked Jack.
“Pump up some sour milk for th’ pigs,” replied Ferd. “After that I’ll take you to th’ foreman of the cheese factory.”
He stepped up to the pump and began to work the handle.
“Jest hold that trough over one of th’ cans, will ye?” he asked Jack.