The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1875-12-31
The G0bbler's Picnic.

The sobbler stood by the big barn
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, wonder" said the gobbler,
half aloud, whats going to happen
over there.
"Seems TO me-" remarked Chicken
Plump, who had just come up, "you've
lived long enough i'll barnyard to know
what all that means.
'Chioken Plump" said the gobbler,
how many times have L told you not
to address me i'll that disrespectful man
ner? Il ] didn't have splinter in my
claw [ would box your ears.
"Yes, and if you did I'd tell Mother
BlackleG 20 retorted Chicken Plump.
go, Won would, would YOU"
Yes, 1 would, and then where would
that other eye of yours be :"
Now there's no denying the fact that
the gobbier had only one eye, and it
was also true that Mother Backlog knew
where the other went. 1t had been one
of the hottest battles the barnyard had
witnessed for many day, and although
Mother Blaekleg got frightful thrash
ing, ste came oil with both eyes, which
was more than the gobbler could say for
himself.
Zine day Cor the picnic" said he.
son IL going to be picnic, is it :"
said the Sobbler.
"Of course it is" said Chicken
Plump. ] knew all the time, only 1
wouldn't tell.
Al,,.- @l,O oh, 4 {
the OLD folks too, had filed the great
hay cart, ana Farmer Merry sta rted up
old Dick. and off they ratified down the
lane.
500 Won know" said Chicken Plump,
"that it's my birthday to-day-iust
three months old Cam we celebrated"
81 tell YOU what, well have a picnic
ourselves, down in the cornfield, behind
the barn ana you shall be May Queen"
said the Cobbler.
go dear! how you do mix things" said
Chicken Plump :" May Queens don't
come OF birthdays-they Just all come
by themselves.
Gobble, gobble, gobble," said the
gobbler, as loud as he could. He only
did that TO get up a crowd and pretty
soon all the turkeys, chickens, hens,
geese, ducks and peacocks, were stretch
ing their necks to see who would be at
the big gate first.
whats the row ?" said very long
legged bantam, who talked through his
nose.
"Theres going to be picnic, and
am going TO be general manager that
all, said Chicken Plump.
Not much," said the Sobbler, I'm
to be head man."
Chicken Plump looked calmly into
the gobbler's only eye and said
quietly:
- 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 l know of, 80 here's my hand
upon il, and he shook Chicken Plump
10y the claw and patted her on the back,
and a., in ais anxiety to make friends, he
tried to do both at once, of course he
tumbled over.
Wei" said Chicken Plump, 4" let 8
appoint some committees; that's the way
to 10 Il; 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-
fieshpents, said the gobbler.
+" Dc you order me to do it Z" asked
=. 4,
thumb Of one claw under her arm.
=" / DO" said the gobbler. although he
grew suddenly pale as much as -four
inches nack from the tip of his nose.
Is Mother Blackleg present." asked
Chicken Plump. eli so, she viii
please--
"Gless I'll go myself" said the COB
bier, and Chicken Plump smiled unit
her face looked like rainbow.
The pig WAS found in one corner of the
sty, grunting so loud that the loos,
boards ratified.
What's the matter now I" asked tn,
gobbler.
Matter enough replied the pig
"my dinner hasn't come yet"
"Then you won't get any at all to
day, cause they're al gone to the pic
mic.
The pig sobbed aloud.
But Ill tell you what, continued
the gobbler, we're going to nave pic
mic too. Want to come p
Going to be anything to eat 2" aske,
the pig.
"Eat :" said heJgobbler, ga picnic. i
Just all eating"
There was large knothole in one o
the boards, and the pig put his ear to
and said :
What do you say picnic is 7"
"An eating" said the gobbler throug
the hole, and the pig smacked his lip
so loud that the gobbler thought he wa
shot, and tumbled over.