Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1880-03-31

Samuel came in from doing up his
chores the other morning and said, "Wife.
there's an old hen sittin' on the roost this
morning that's spoke for. She is so fat
that she just hangs over the pole like all
possessed, and her head lopS to one side.
and her comb is fadey and she looks rs if
she was not long for this life, and thought
maybe we'd better kill and eat her. Take
II fat fowl before they are sick to speak of
when they begin to feel II little doncy-
likc--and you know the meat would be rs
good rs ever, well fixed up with cream
and butter.'
just looked nj sam my very piercing
est. l said, DRY up; just dry up, Mr..
Starkey."
Tie began in whining tone, II can't
for the life Of me see why the flesh of
we'll to do old hen, fed on good yaller
corn, and clean, juicy gravel and the
grccnest Of grass, shouldn't be good to eat
Why, we could make at least three meals
out of it--il nobody comes-and it would
save quite n slab of side meat, and know
she's fat by the room she takes up on the
roost.'
gave him another of my looks. felt
my eyes blaze Almost at the mans putrid-
ity. | said, "Starkey, when we stood up,
clinched hands, in the presence of the
preacher and the witnesses, little did |
dream that the hour would come that you
would ever propose eating dead chicken
with me. That old hen has been moping
MORN Il week! Her flesh is in the first
stages Of decay
Il am hungry for chicken; have been
this good whIe;' he answered twisting
waistband button, and lolling his tongue
/ from one side OF his mouth to the other, in
Il 'shamed way.
Catch one then" l said, land I'll see
that your hunger is assuaged without eat
ing that old pning carcass out there on the
roCst.'
Very we'll" he said, gIibly, and wag-
gled off and got some corn meal and called,
chooky! chooky! chookym and when
grabbed for one and it juked away be-
ut one of his boos. " Drat the drafted
things ne grUwlel out, and then he
muttered 10 himself, now, mother, she
could "a lit right down onto it quicker'n
II wink; but Ii manage en-, and then
III have my satisfaction biting them after
theyer cooked. III show 'em-see #
don't.
| stood behind the door and laughed at
his droil antics; poor fellow! he did want
chicken for dinner, and aflerwhile | went
out and helped him. BY this time the
fowls were scared ut his tloun0ering at
: tempts at catching them. and it required
strategy. | tied cord around stick
about foot long, and tilted tub up side
! wise on the stick and scattered corn about
+ it. and under it and when the chickens
gradually walked under the tub, | ierked
the string, and took my choice out of the
= four prisoners.
Samuel was right about the three meals
out of one fat fowl. Women always say
one fowl will make one meal l will tell
you how TO manage; maybe it will be
new to some of the young housewives.
Let tho chicken be stewed in plenty of
BROTH One meal can be made of some of
the pieces fried for breakfast. Fry brown
in butter. Another,can be pot pie made
Of the boniest pieces, in with some of the
+ rich broth. Make u dough with sifted
flour, into which you have put the usual
r allowance Of baking powder, lump of
| butter, and wet it up with sweet milk.
Roll thin, cut into strips and drop into the
boiling broth, and boil twenty minutes, or
perhaps Il little longer. Dispatch is the
word in making chicken pot-pie. Another
is to take n pint or so of the broth thicken-
ed into good gravy, with cream and
| butter, and pour into a tureen over some
q warm baking powder biscuit, which have
been split open and laid in the dish. Put
on the cover, stand away, and next day
when cool the mass will cut out in slices
q which can be fried light brown in hot
r melted butter. This makes q very nice
, dish. Or instead of this latter way, cook
). some rice in the broth; or, let it come to
$ the boil and drop in with a spoon, here
and there-so as not to cook all up to-
, gethcr-a thick batter made rs we all
! make pancakes, only don't put in so many
eggs. There! that's the three or four or
maybe five meals out of one large, fat
hen, which is certainly better than one
great pot full to be culled over, and lots
left to stand about in the way. My! how
l. my man did enjoy the fowl! He said, "Oh
y yum yum! Becky, but you do cook a
7 chicken powerful NICE 1t was lucky
day, dear, that went out to buy calves
|. for John Rickets and stopped at the bars
a to ask you if your grandad wanted to sell
r his'n. Why, the minute my orbs beheld
"a you, thought to myself, IN hev yor
4 girl if she'll hev me. and no knife shall
cut our love in two.' l have thought that
+ you use good deal of cream fixing ur
a chicken, but then, us the poet says, w,
il can not live always and we'd better lay
holt of the best that's goin'. 'n--MrS. San
StGrkey IN Ohio Farmer,