The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1883-05-17

! instructed III all manner Oh his
chief. AS he grew to full stature,
he was, by system of fogging
with briars (which Betsey had not
the heart to do), indoctrinated into
the effeminacy Of taking charge Of
large broods of chickens, over which
he would watch with affectionate
care,-lcaying upon the surface Of
the yard innumerable delineations
Of triangles and crosses, which he.
made in his awkward attempts to
scratch up worms for his unnatural
protegees. Spitzebube was, there
fore, beloved by the Koselhantz
family. Aberhart would have chang
! ed into fint-rock any one daring to
injure feather in his tail. No
visitor could walk from the gate to
the house-door, without being as
sailed by this valiant gobler. Of a
summer morning, when Mrs. Kosel-
hantz sat by the kitchen-door ma
nipulating her churn, Spitzebube
/ would swell out the feathers of his
chest, drop his wings upon the
ground and relax his proboscis un-
til it hung over the side Of his bill;
and then. with his head thrown back
and his tail spread into gorgeous
fan, he would strut about the yard
the very type of an arrogant fool.
Cautiously approaching his mis-
tress while STOPPING over her churn
he had often been known to fix his
bill in the back part Of her cap,
and, without any proyocation from
her or warning from himself, as
sault her in the most shameful man.
ner. Notwithstanding the severe
blow he received from her, in beat
ing him off, and the threat to
"shtomp his ferry liffers and lights
out of him." if he attempted the
like misconduct second time, he
would retreat a short distance
and, after indulging for few mo-
ments in chattering jargon from
which no meaning could be
derived but vindictive spitefulness,
he would repeat the same ungrateful
act. Although victorious in all his
rencounters, Spitzebube never for
got, that discretion was necessary
in true yalor. He vanquished his
old mistress, and put Betsey to
flight so often, that it was becom-
ing monotonous to him; still he re-
Trained from attacking Aberhart
Koselhantz. He was often seen
advancing toward the old man, at
work under his shade-tree, but he
always managed by throwing him.
self now on his larboard, now on
his starboard tack, to round his
master as cautiously as a ship
would weather the Cape Of Good
Hope. There was. something SO
stern about the guusmith, that he
was terror to the whole animal
kingdom.
Such was Spitzebube. He de-
served a better end than that herein
to be recorded; for his fate goes to
swell the tide Of evidence, that re-
publics are ungrateful. Spitzebube
died fighting the enemies Of his
country, and no monument has been
erected to his memory, nor mention
made Of his name save in this
transient record by the humble
chronicler.
1t was a bright day in the month
of January, 1881. Mrs. Kosel-
hantz was sitting in the sunshine,
churning, while her husband was
hammering away at an old blunder-
buss, that had, possibly, done SER
vice in the times of Wallenstein.
Spitzebube was making an obsti-
nate retreat before an allied force
of eight guinea-fowls, muscovy
drake, and an outcast peacock; and
Betsy was down at the milk-house
skimming milk. She was very sad.
Nobody wooed her now, Kris. Kin
kel was past recovery. 1t was too
bad. Her love was wandering at
random. There was nothing to
arrest it and engage it. She could
not help knowing, that she was
lovely; the pot of milk, upon which
she was gazing told her so from its
pure surface; and she felt, that if
somebody would only give her a
half of chance, she could make that
somebody 500 happy. With "a
sigh she looked down the road, no
doubt, in expectation of seeing
some swain approaching. Suddenly
her countenance expresses great
! alarm She shades her ewes with