manure all day but only got out eleven loads. It was an unlucky day from the start. The trouble began before. Dad. left when Frank started out with the first load some thing, we think it was the end of the whipple-tree caught one of the rods at the side of the spreader and bent it so that it threw the section of gear that lifts the tailboard up against the other gear and we had to take it out and straighten it. Then when he got out in the field with the load he offended Belle in some unknown way and she balked and after losing considerable time with her we had to take her off and put Joe in her place. This was before Dad. left but he didn't have time to monkey with her. This after noon Paton came in with a mare that he said had swallowed an apple and was choking and I had to lose another half hour with him. I never saw Dad. treat a choking animal so didn't know just what to do but I ramed the probang down her neck as far as I could and that seemed to ease her. He left her here till Dad. got home when she appeared to be all right. About this time Frank began to feel squeamish in his stomach and although he was able to haul out a few more loads he didn't feel much like pitching on so didn't. He must have had too much of his own cooking