calling him immediately home, and as I had bebecome thoroughly interested in the programme of our excursion by this time, I decided not to return with him but to continue the jaunt.

To go alone would be very dull, however, and so I concluded to scour the town for an acquaintance; and after wandering about the hotel and stores for an hour or more, I at last fell in with an old friend named John, who is something of an artist, somewhat of a dabbler in literary matters, and who has also a well-developed bump of self-esteem.

Capturing him by numerous inducements, I bade the reporter good-bye; we hurried aboard another train and soon were speeding rapidly over the "iron highway" past Greenwood and through Glen Riddle, where our attention was drawn to a large number of cotton and woolen mills. Nor was the eye relieved of such even when we had arrived at the next station, Lenni, where we were

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shown some factories of that gallant old gentleman, General Patterson, who sends large quantities of cotton and woolen cloths from his mills.

A short distance further on, in the neighborhood of Glen Mills, the aspect of the country is charming. Sparkling streamlets wind their way through narrow and devious glens, or down sunny slopes, while here and there the old gray rocks look out with rugged grandeur through the dense foliage; cozy farm-houses dot the valley and hill-side; and we long to climb an adjacent height and view the beautiful panorama of nature's loveliness.

We need not be told that we are in the midst of an important butter-producing country, for the eye catches continued glances of luxuriant pastureland and hundreds of grazing kine.

We have been gradually working our way up a gentle incline, and by the time we have reached Street-road station we find ourselves in an elevated, open country, amid charming country-seats and

scientifically pursued by several gentlemen of means, education, and experience, both in the cultivation of the soil and in stock-breeding; and here, thinking to find some food for amusement, we concluded to stop.

It was in the cooler part of the afternoon that we strolled up the old Street-road, while friendly clouds passing ever and anon before the sun shielded us from its more vehement rays. After crossing Chester Creek, there lay spread before us for several miles on our right a sweep of lovely green valley descending and ascending from the crests on either side with graceful and modulated curves like the long swell of the ocean. On our left, as we reached higher ground, the well-trimmed hedges and substantial bordering walls with groves. of drooping cedars and fragrant pines gave notice

The house, built in the villa style, of roughhewn green-stone, had everything about it to accord with its surroundings. I was astonished at my friend John, who, affected by all this loveliness, instead of reclining for a short rest upon one of the rustic benches on the veranda, and puffing his cigarette leisurely while enjoying it to the full, began striding up and down the porch in a measured manner, as if he owned the place, and evidently in an imaginative mood.

to see; and there is a bull, especially, it would be well to keep upon the right side of."

"You need not think I am afraid, but I do object to these animals roaming about free. I suppose they are chained?"

"I hope so, John; however, we are furnished. with excellent powers of locomotion, and can show our heels in case of danger.".

"Well, suppose I couldn't. What does it matter if I choose to put myself in the owner's boots for the time being! Just look around at the hills and meadows,-one glorious prospect of green as far as the eye can reach,--and imagine the happiness of the man who can say, 'I am monarch of all I survey.''

"That is all very pretty, John; but if my friend Sharpless was to see you just now, I think he would be astonished at you waving your hand over his acres in such a patrimonial and familiar way; the housekeeper says he is at the stables, however; so suppose we join him there, only do not get too familiar with the horses or the rams we are about

had prompted our visit, and the inspection proved ample reward for our trouble.

Every imaginable arrangement has been made and every device resorted to for securing perfect drainage, thorough ventilation, and comfort. By a plan of wondrous simplicity, the stalls are so provided that near neighbors can neither fight nor steal from each other nor disturb each other's rest at night. Here we were introduced to the monarch of kine-Lenape, a thoroughbred bull, four years old on April 5th. He is beautifully developed, of a fawn color, and with a fine head. He was born of a crack family, his father being the registered bull Vermont, and his mother imported Magna, a cow that made nearly sixteen

And he certainly did look and behave majestically as he greeted us with sonorous snorts from the depths of his proud swelling breast.

"I wonder what would happen if that ring through his nose would give way," said John; but upon this point his owner reassured us by approaching and making free with the dignified animal, who appeared very civil.

Beauclerc was another splendid-looking creature, solid colored, five years old, and while not show ing the quality of Lenape, is yet quite a desirable bull in the herd. Heavy and compactly made, very deep in front and in good order, no bull has better breeding. His mother was the famous butter cow, imported Niobe, that took the prize awarded by the American Jersey Cattle Club as the best cow at the Centennial. Our inspection of the bulls ceased with him; for after seeing the Czar we did not care to inspect the Grand Dukes.

One could scarcely fail to note the neat forms and coats of the cows. Ester of Lenape stands indisputably at the head of the herd. Ester is

four years old, a dark-fawn color, with four white fetlocks, and a small marking on the left rump. Apart from her milking qualities, she is a neatly built cow and was awarded the first prize as the best cow between three and four years, at the State Fair in 1879. She was bred by the famous Jersey

breeder, Philip Aubin, of Trinity, and is descended from one of the best families on the island. "And such a milker!" said John Brannan, one of the old employés; "why, she never goes dry, and when on pasture she thinks nothing of giving from sixteen to eighteen quarts a day." For beauty, however, Ester's companion, Lily Lenape, will bear off the palm. Both cows were imported together, but Lily is a month younger. She is a cream-fawn, black switch, with white fleck on left side of belly. She possesses a prettily-shaped head, prominent milk vein, and good escutcheon. Her average milking capacity is sixteen quarts.

Mr. Sharpless has, with a success equal to his enterprise, continued through a long period of years a course of really able management in the rearing of fine stock-cows that will give eighteen to twenty quarts of milk a day, and bulls that bear comparison with any in the country.

On such a farm men from the west, and south find what they need when possessing a true idea of stocking their places and can secure that which will do them credit. Scattered about over the meadows were many true-blooded Jersey cows, and at the milking hour a lively sight may be witnessed as they take their places in the milking-shed, which is kept as clean and pure as a dining-hall. The milk yielded here so plentifully gives a rich yellow cream which is churned into the golden prints of butter, styled "gilt-edged," so well known to epicures.

In the spring-house, supplied with constant flowing streams of pure water, we surveyed the long array of well-filled pans and the rich yellow prints, partook of a deep draught from the morn