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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIX, Issue 17, 26 October 1907, Page 50

During his first year the amateur farmer discovered that all his little chickens which were confined in coops were languishing at the point of death. The novelist went over his “ hen literature ” to locate the cause of the trouble, but to no avail. Finally he called upon a neighbour, to whom he put the question:; “ What do you suppose is the matter with those chickens?” “Well, I dunna. What do you feed ’em?” “Feed them,” exclaimed the novelist farmer. “Why, I don’t feed them on anything!” “Then how ’d you s’pose they was a-goin’ to live?” “I presumed,” replied the literary person, “ that the old hens had milk enough for them now.”