mighty wholesome creed.
—Critters fust, s’r, that’s my motto—give the
critters all they need. ‘
And the way we do at our house, marm and
me take what is left,
And—wal,—we ain’t goin’ hungry, as you’ll
notice by our heft.
Drat the man that’s calculatin’ when he meas-
ures out his hay,
Groanin’ ev’ry time he pitches ary forkful out