The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-12-30

The gODD4er stood by the Dig Darn
yard gate watching Farmer Merry har-
ness old Dick into the hay-cart. In
front of Farmer Merry's door stood
crowd of little girls and pals and bask
cts.
"Now, I wonder" said the gobbler,
half aloud, what's going to happen
over there.
Seems to me-" remarked Chicken
Plump, who had just come up, "you've
lived long enough In barnyard to know
what all that means"
Chicken Plump, said the gobbler,
So how many times have told you not
to address me In that disrespectful man.
ner! If didn't have splinter In my
claw would box your ears. +"
'sYes, and If you did I'd tell Mother
Backlog |" retorted Chicken Plump.
so, you would, would you2"
Yes, would, and then where would
that other eye of yours be 2"
Now there's no denying the fact that
the gobbler had only one eye, and it
was also true that Mother Blackleg knew
where the other went. It had been one
of the hottest battles the barnyard had
witnessed for many day, and although
Mother Blackleg got a frightful thrash
ing, she came off with both eyes, which
was more than the gobbler could say for
himself.
Zine day for the picnic" said he.
cob! it's going to be picnic, is it 2"
said the gobbler.
"Of course it is" said Chicken
Plump. 81 knew all the time, only I
wouldn't tell"
By this time the children, and some of
the old folks too, had filed the great
hay cart, and Farmer Merry sta rted up
old Dick. and off they ratified down the
lane.
s'Do you know" said Chicken Plump,
81 that it's my birthday to-day-just
three months old? Can't we celebrated"
ct tell you what, We'll have a picnic
ourselves, down In the cornfeld, behind
the barn and you shall be May Queen"
said the gobbler.
so dear! how you do mix things, . said
Chicken Plump; May Queens don't
come on birthdays-they just all come
by themselves.
sGobble, gobble, gobble," said the
gobbler, as loud as he could. He only
did that to get up a crowd and pretty
soon ali the turkeys, chickens, hens,
geese, ducks and peacocks, were stretch
ing their necks to see who would be at
the big gate first.
"What's the rows" said very long
legged bantam, who talked through his
nose.
"There's going to be picnic, and I
am going to be general manager; that's
ali, said Chicken Plump.
s'Not much, said the Cobbler, Sim
to be head man.
Chicken Plump looked calmly into
the gobbler's only eye and said
quietly:
81 wonder if Mother Blackleg is any
where about
That meant, you know, if the gobbler
interfered, that the other eye would be a
goner, SO he said:
"Come to think it all over, Chicken
Plump would make the best general
manager / know of, so here's my hand
upon it, +" and he shook Chicken Plump
by the claw and patted her on the back,
and as, in his anxiety to make friends, he
tried to do both at once, of course he
tumbled over.
"Wel, " said Chicken Plump, g let's
to do it; who'll we have for Committee
on Refreshments"
''Guess Peter the pig knows about it
rs much as any one, said hungry
looking pussy, who had kept very quiet
for fear Of being sent off.
Chicken Plump, just run and ask
the pig if he will be Committee on Re
fIeshments, F." said the gobbler.
Do you order me to do it 2" asked
Chicken Plump with dignity, putting the
thumb of one claw under her arm.
Sc do, - said the gobbler, although he
grew suddenly pale as much as four
inches back from the tip of his nose.
rs Mother BIackleg PRESENT." asked
Chicken Plump. eli so, she will
please"
"Guess I'll go myself" said the COB
bier, and Chicken Plump smiled until
her face looked like rainbow.
The pig was found in one corner of the
sly, grunting so loud that the loose
boards ratified.
whats the matter nova" asked the
gobbler.
s. Matter enough" replied the pig
''ny dinner hasn't come yet"
Then you won't get any at all to
day, cause they're all gone to the pic
mic.
The pig sobbed aloud.
g But I'll tell you what, continued
the gobbler, we're going to have pic
mic too. Want to come 2"
Going to be anything to eat z" asked
the pig.
Eat e. said the gobbler, ga picnic. i
just all eating"
There was large knothole in one o
the boards, and the pig put his ear to i
and said /:
What do you say picnic is"
''An eating" said the gobbler through
the hole, and the pig smacked his lip
SO loud that the gobbler thought he wa