Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1870-09-22

1t is like the old story Of Bruce and
the spider, and l will conquer. have
matters tolerably safe with board
and stone for the present, and l shall
come out three times day to feed
her.
But ! thought said Katie, after
moment or two Of grave consideration,
that you always had to wait until a
hen cluckcd, and puffed out her feath-
ers, and wanted to set Of her own ac-
cord
'Old-fashioned farmers do that,
suppose, but | can't wait hundred
years for a hen to make up her mind.
The rebellious murmurs Of the gallin-
aceous fowl imprisoned beneath the
cruel board echoed Miss Bell Martins
accents.
Il declare. Bell p" cried the admiring
Kate Appleton. Il didn't think yon had
such will. You ought to have been
n man and statesman
Don't talk nonsense, l beg of you,'
said Bell, little more than ordinarily
complacent, however, but run into the
house and bring me that box of assort-
ed garden seeds. II the weather clears
up, we must begin planting early to-
morrow morning. l won't have people
saying that our farming is behind hand
because we are womenr
Toward the evening the next day,
old Mr.. Eliphalet Tully, a leather-faced
farmer. with curiously intricate net
work OF fine wrinkles round his keen
and shrcwd mouth, looked casually in
TO see how his successors were thriv
ing.
Afternoon t'ye,' was his greeting.
'Wa'al, how ye getting 'long3'
We are not getting along at all,
Mr.. Tully," said Miss Martin, in an
injured tone Of voice. You have i'm
posed upon u.s.
Il declare 10 gracious | don't know
what We mean said the farmer. with
a countenance of unfeigned astonish-
mcnt.
Didn't you tell us your cows were
KIND 2
so they be- said old Eliphalet,-
the kindest creatures alive
Then why does the old brndlc one
run at me every time come near the
calf and why does the spotted one
kick the pail over before it is half full,
besides making me chase all over the
barn-yard after herr
Guess you amt used TO milkin','
said Mr.. Tully. shrewdly.
Not used 10 it.' echoed Bell and
that am not, what differ
encc can it possibly make: Am to
have diploma and show it the COW
before dare take the privilege of
Cows is dreadful sagacious c.eat-
urcs,' said the farmer, with laughing
twinkle in his eve. Some on cm cant
never abide women folks round; and
no" ! come TO think ont Miss Iuliy
never used 10 milk cause | was allus
handy TO do it. tell you what, Miss
Martin, | guess YOU Gill have To keep
a man.
Never said Miss Martin. resolutcly
And then the turkeys-they gobble
and swell out and run after us in a
way that is positively frigh;ful.'
do you wear them ar shawls when
you 20 out TO feed 'ern.' said the
farmer. nodding ut two bright scarlet
outer wrappings that hung on the pegs
behind the keeping-room door.
Why, yes. | believe We did
That accounts for it, then. A
turkey and bull-the color o red
sets EN- wild. l thought everybody
kaowed that
Ana am | 20 select my wardrobe
with reference to the turkeys in the
Indignantly demanded
Bell
Turkeys know a dreadful sight, al
though they're generally calculated 10
be stupid Bird said Mr.. Tally,
sagelv.
And the hens dear me 7 went on
Miss Bell, Il have such trouble about
their setting
Give them good ducking at the
recommended the farmer.
That's sure cure for them as wants
to set.
But they don't want to set,' inter-
rupted Bell: that's the trouble. Old
Speckle has broken all her eggs trying
to get out
If they don't want to they WON'T"
said the farmer, ''and it's no use talk
ing"
III see whether they will or not"
said Bell, cOmpressing her lips tightly.
The farmer looked somewhat awed
at her imper:ous voice and gesture,
and glanced uneasily out Of the win
dow for a change Of subject.
What you been doiI. out in the
dooryardY he asked in some surprise.
Il wanted to plant some candy-tuft
and mignonettee Seeds, said Kate
meekly; so dug up ali those onions
with the sprouting tops.
'Onions!' cried Mr.. Tully. Why,
them was Jerushy's double tulips and
hyacinths
Kate looked at Bell in consterna-
ton.
You told me they were onions, Bell,
and you have got . handful Of them
boiling in the pot with the macaroni
and sliced carrots now, she said re-
proachfully. But Bell pretended not
TO hear.
What do you think Of the strawber-
~ bed, Mr.. Tully? she said, complac-
emily.
You haven't been disturbin the
roots diggin' round em at this time Of
the Year, he said. sie-asA aer
Yes, have,' said Miss Bell. i