North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1869-05-05
II. q. Among the Chickens.

II. g. Among the Chickens.
The following amusing account Of
Greeley's attempt to speak at the show,
is from the Cincinnati Times:
Greeley came late to the poultry show,
as usual. The attendance was small, and
looked all the smaller from the vast space
the show was held in. The venerable ed.
itor Of tho Tribune was not in good tenn
per, end he had certain querulousness in
his tone that he does not usually reveal in
public, reserving his chief disagreeableness
for the editorial room and his intimate
friend.
His voice was pitched to higher treble
than common, and the various birds there,
not being very intelligent, failed to recog-
nize it as human. They evidently mistook
it for some expression of an unknown ami
nal, and greeted 1t accordingly. Is. y
friends" began II. G., and here u rooster
poured fourth cock-a- doodle doc in clar-
ion notes that fairly drowned the feeble
organ Of the journalist. "My friends
he repeated, II am glad to meet you
iqnack. quack, quack, went a whole corps
Of quacks, and kept it up for five minutes).
AS was saying, l am glad to meet you
here tonight (gohble, gobble, gobble,
sounded from hundred turkeys, until
the speaker turned red in vexatinn).
Farming is the noblest calling, as every
man will attest a countless number of
geese drowned his voice with hideouS
noise), as every one will attest who is
within reach of my (quack, quack. gobble,
gobhle, cock doodle>doo, all in Oh orus)-
within reach of my voice.
"The farmer (quack, quack. quack, the
farmer, l said, (gobble, gobble, gohble.)
the ia. mer (cock doodle doo) If could
make myself heard in this somewhat noisy
place-" there MIR. q. lifted his shrill
treble SO high that a huge Cochil China
cock, considering it challenge from a
rival rooster, Tapping his wings, and gave
such loud and prolonged crow that the
Spruce street philosopher wa. completely
drowned in the volume Of sound).
Greeley made no effort to finish the
sentence. 1t was evident anger was get
ting the better of his judgment. lie was
silent for some minutes before he we"t on:
Mature dwells in the country there is
her sanctuary; ,hers- (Peyunk,
peyunk, peyunk, yelled one of the many
dogs the farmers had brought to town,
and tied in the enclosure).
Once more the sentence was cut off, and
another begun, Mr.. G. growing red about
the ears, and saying sotto roce, ''D-h
poultry, anyhow Who that has gen.
erous soul will not respond" (bow-wow-
WOW, peyunk. peyunk. pcyunk, quack,
gobble, gobble, quack, hiss, hiss, cock-a-
doodle-doe, peyunk, bow wow-wow,
chimed in geese, ducks, roosters, turkeys
and crows).
The audience could not repress their
merriment longer. Everybod burst into
roar Of laughter, save Greeley, who
looked as mad IA he ever can look. There
was long pause, and then the venerable
journalist took heart again. "Great cities
have many attractions, but they are arti-
fetal and deceptive, my friends Look at
your heart, question it, and it will answer
in still small voice. (hee-haw,
hee haw. hee. hav, beloved mule almost
under the speakers nose, and submerged
tn editors slender organ as the roar of a
battery stiles the piping Of u thrush).,
The philosopher lost his philosophy.
He spoke no more. The mules protest
against his continuance was too much for
human nature. He left the rostrum, say
ing, in audible tones, ~ always did hate
mules. D--n mules they'll do any
thngr'
The audience exploded once more. The
geese hissed, the turkeys gobhled, the
ducks quacked, the roosters crowed, the
dogs barked, and the crows beloved in
such grand menagerie chorus as has
rarely been heard on the island of Man
haitian. Attempts were made to pacify
Greeley, but he strobe of in towering
rage, declaring, it is said, "D--n you.
You re as bad as that id mule!'
A merchant in Lewiston, Maine, has a
wonderful cat, five years old, about the
size Of fox, and marvellous mouser. 1t