The Eastern poultryman easternpoultryma47unse Year: 1903 102 THE EASTERN POULTRYMAN. VIEW AT DRISKO FARM, ADDISON, MAINE. Colony House Breeding Pens, Planned to Give 200 to 600 Square Feet Grass Run per Fowl He Was a Crower and a Hen. 'I was one of the contractors on the Mexican Central Railroad,' said a guest at one of the Detroit hotels the other evening, 'and I hadn't been there a month when I came to know that a Mexican will sell the shirt off his back to pay admission to a cock fight, and he'd barter the cada- ver of his grandmother for money enough to buy a good blooded rooster for
The Eastern poultryman easternpoultryma47unse Year: 1903 102 THE EASTERN POULTRYMAN. VIEW AT DRISKO FARM, ADDISON, MAINE. Colony House Breeding Pens, Planned to Give 200 to 600 Square Feet Grass Run per Fowl He Was a Crower and a Hen. 'I was one of the contractors on the Mexican Central Railroad,' said a guest at one of the Detroit hotels the other evening, 'and I hadn't been there a month when I came to know that a Mexican will sell the shirt off his back to pay admission to a cock fight, and he'd barter the cada- ver of his grandmother for money enough to buy a good blooded rooster for him- self. 'After witnessing half a dozen scraps I got an idea and put the American colony on. Out in the Mongollon Mountains of Arizona they have a bird called the crower. He's about as big as a pullet and he crows like a rooster and fights like a wild cat. I saw one of 'em in a scrap at Tucson kill four cocks hand- running. I knew a fellow who had one in captivity, and as the bird was unknown in Mexico, I hoped to get him down and rake in a pile. I sent for him on the quiet, and after his arrival I let it be known that I had a Vermont rooster who was something on the scrap. ' Senor, that bird is no better than a hen,' was the verdict of half a dozen Mexican sportsmen after viewing my crower. 'That was the idea I wanted to spread broadcast, and I had no trouble in ar- ranging a match. I put up $Soo alto- gether, and every American connected with the road backed my bird for a hatful of silver. We hadn't a cent less than $6000 up when the match was called.' 'And how many Mexican birds did he slay?' was queried. ' My dear sir,' replied the contractor, 'my bird distinguished himself, but not exactly that way. When put into the pit he sat down and laid an egg and cackled over it.' 'But—but—' 'But how could that be? Easy as roll- ing off a log. He was a crower from Arizona all right enough, but he was a hen instead of a rooster and couldn't be made to fight a caterpillar. My fri
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