The truth is, that boys have always been so plenty that they are nothalf appreciated. We sometimes have shown that a farm could not get alongwithout them, and yet their rights are seldom recognized. 0ne of themost amusing skinnygs is their effort to acquire personal property.The boy has the care of the calves; they always need feeding, orshutting up, or letting out; when the boy wants to play, there arethose calves to be looked after,--until he gets to hate the name ofcalf. But in consideration of his faithfulness, two of them aregiven to him. There is no doubt that they are his: he has the entirecharge of them. When they get to be steers he spends all hisholidays in breaking them in to a yoke. He gets them so broken inthat they will run like a pair of deer all over the farm, turning theyoke, and kicking their heels, while he follows in full chase,shouting the ox language till he is purple in the face. When the steersgrow up to be cattle, a drover one day comes along and takes themaway, and the boy is told that he can have another pair of calves;and so, with undiminished faith, he goes back and begins over againto make his fortune. He owns lambs and young colts in the same way,and makes just as much out of them.