The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1870-10-15
Eggs-By H w. Beecher.

entiously, and unknown to T. ,
most searching Of housekeepel :.
without sense of boyish deligh ;,
which would bring down on me r :.
proving looks and grave admop
ton from all who have an awf |
sense of the proper dignity Of mil
listers. But / have no doubt 500 q
and acids come together with Il ,
very best resolutions. They ar,
determined to restrain themselye !.
and not foam over. Yet the fir I
drop of water sets them off, an |
they make bubbles and throw the /
in each others faces at q furious
rate, in spite Of all the efforts at
self government. Now. what is y
be done about it? We're they NJ t
made so: And are not some per
pie made so as to effervesce easily !?
Why they were made so, is ques
ton that should be addres sed /,
another quarter.
Well, l was saying that the di.
coyery of hidden eggs was alwa,
an excitement, aud there have bee |
times when the excitement wa
prolonged and extreme. It chan,
ed in this wise, and in the goodl
State cf Indiana.
No more neat. careful, exact an
scrupuious housekeepcr ever ws,
seen iu the Hoosier State, than ou
fair landlady, who had US in spe
cial charge during the absence O
our proper head and queen, wh
sought health on the seabord. A
old fashioned barn there was, hug
in the middle, with variety OF
sheds, leantos, stables and carri
age houses, projecting on ever
side of it, as if the barn had settle
a family Of little barns all aroun
it. 1t was a family barn, believe
of hens and boys for in it's room
interior, and in the passages, bins
hooks and corners, all sorts
frolics might be carried on, whit
an occasional peak at the crack
would keep them informed whe
the old man was coming.
! But hens, who have a secretiv
tendency, modcsty of the mes,
find their paradise in such a vol
luminous barn. Here they may la
in silence, and proclaim it in vocii
erous cackles, bringing down th
whole barnyard in chorus, and ma
king echoes in the neighborin.
hen yards, and yet the searche
find nothing
That pesky hen! she lays ever,
day, and yet we are none the bet
ter for her eggs. [ wonder wher
the creature hides! II Harve,
was half as smart as his father,
know that he could find that nest.
| Again and again came the ex
ultant cackle, and again and agai
we were without custaris!
And so one mellow autumn day
we wandered through the garde'
and strolled into the barn. 1t wa
not so full but that it had the sens
Of great space. 1t was festooned
with cobwebs, and had all the
tribes OF spiders that hide in bali
lights. We climbed the beams, W.
jumped down from far up on the
hay, and finally, after sundry
amusements, lay down by the side
where the sbrunk boards gave u.
an lnspectlon-crac from whict
We swept The neigh hborbood-sau
and were unseen. Soc, we heard
the least possible sound of fool
on the nay. Turning our head VIZ
beheld the productive but unprofit
able hen stealing toward her secre,
nest. 1t was the one time too Of.
ten. We knew as much as she
did.
tiow rapacious are all conquer
we'll sunk in a corner, full, brimfu
OF eggs-tLirteen en-, besides one TO
nest egg! AS o iental kings
despoll Captured city, rot its peo
pie, pull down their choice archi
lecture and quite discrown it's beau
ty, SO we found the nest glowing
white as marble, and left it--like
hay.
Is there not providence fol
hens2 Is there not fate that fol
lows the most obscure and un-
watched violence
We put the eggs safely in OUT
coat tail pocket, and walked eau
tiously. 1t recalled a piece Of dis.
reputable carelessness on our fa-
theirs part, who once sat down on
a dozen eggs, and went up rs il
every egg was bomb, and every
bomb in explosion. But then he
was a notoriously absent-minded
man. His very example was ON,