about three-quarters of a dog. I'd lash rascals like that. Tie them up
and flog them till they were scarred and mutilated a little bit
themselves. Just wait till I'm president. But there's some more, old
fellow. Listen: 'Our reporter visited the house of the above-mentioned
Jenkins, and found a most deplorable state of affairs. The house, yard
and stable were indescribably filthy. His horse bears the marks of
ill-usage, and is in an emaciated condition. His cows are plastered up
with mud and filth, and are covered with vermin. Where is our health
inspector, that he does not exercise a more watchful supervision over
establishments of this kind? To allow milk from an unclean place like
this to be sold in the town, is endangering the health of its
inhabitants. Upon inquiry, it was found that the man Jenkins bears a
very bad character. Steps are being taken to have his wife and children
removed from him.'"

Jack threw the paper into my box, and he and the other boys gave three
cheers for the 'Daily News' and then ran away. How glad I was! It
did not matter so much for me, for I had escaped him, but now that it
had been found out what a cruel man he was, there would be a restraint
upon him, and poor Toby and the cows would have a happier time.

I was going to tell about the Morris family.

There were Mr. Morris, who was a clergyman and preached in a church in
Fairport; Mrs. Morris, his wife; Miss Laura, who was the eldest of the
family; then Jack, Ned, Carl, and Willie. I think one reason why they
were such a good family was because Mrs. Morris was such a good woman.
She loved her husband and children, and did everything she could to make
them happy.