The next morning she was awakened by the lusty crowing of Brigham, who was apparently as well as ever.

The next day the same thing happened.

Aunt Sarah found him, as she supposed, in a dying condition, and the following morning he was fully recovered.

It was quite puzzling until one day John Landis came into the kitchen laughing heartily and said, "Sarah, I am sorry to inform you of the intemperate habits of your pet, Brigham.

He is a most disreputable old fellow, and has a liking for liquor.