The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1883-05-08

could find suitable place We would
try it.
We found a place. Not in Ohio,
however-although there are hun
dred just such places at this minute,
on the line of the railroads running
out of the city-but In Kentucky.
You cross the river, either at the foot
of Lawrence street or foot Of Butler
street-one cent takes you over-fol.
low your nose for about three miles.
and you find yourself in the High.
lands" Campbell county. KY.
No bare kneed, Scotch plaided, red
whiskered men are to be met there.
drinking whisky" and raging
'smirover" as i'm VIM. Beck's High
lands; but the country is heaven,
none the less.
As | smoked my cigar, on the front
porch, last Sunday morning, and
watched a swallow build bis mud
house among the gingerbread work
under the caves of the barn, | could
not help contrasting him with the
Sunday laborers Of the city. ecu d
not help contrasting my lot with that
of t e Sunday dwellers in the city.
Two acres of apple trees, all in bloom,
back of the house; a twenty acre
clue grass meadow rolls away on
either side ; in front a graveled turn
pike, edged with Towering shrubs,
"winds its way like a white ribbon
through the green mantle of the
country" and all around is the scent
of blooming trees and the twitter Of
birds.
Presently came the shrill 'tauting"
of the coach or bus. which makes
hourly rips between our country and
the city of Newport, and in a minute
it came rat;ling up to the gate. the
driver bobbed his head and tossed out
the Sunday morning papers only an
hour later than they were issued in
city. Then away he went, blowing
his bugle-making a music. by the
way. to which distance certainly
lends enchantment.
1.-THE turkeys are Matched The
turkeys are hatched Oh, ma, where
are you?" called our young hopeful,
at about that time bouncing around
the corner of the house, and running
plump against his mother, who had
tossed aside her paper rose as soon as
she heard the word turkey"
Sure enough the turkeys were
Matched. Thirteen of them
more pretty than the downy little
chickens which ''peeped among the
broken shells in the nest beside them
more pretty and much more interest
ing; because We had often before seen
young chickens, but young turkeys,
never"
The sweet little thingsw cried my
wife, bundling the whole lot into her
apron, and setting the mother turkey
crazy. The books say that they
need more care than a baby, John.
If one of them gets caught in shower
it will lay right down and die. They're
the hardest thing in the world to
raise-harder that chickens ? Pshaw
chickens will raise themselves"
A shadow passed over the grass at
our feet just then, and all the old
cocks and pullets in sight went racing
like mad into the barn, while every
hen mother clucked, arched up her
back. and ruffied out her feathers,
like cat at the sight of a dog. "A
hawk hawk" screamed somebody,
but before shout had been made, the
thief pounced down picked up one of
the young puff balls of chickens which
had been following its mother about
the yard. and made another shadow at
my feet as it retreated.
Zone chicken, at least, which did
not raise itself. The hawk raised it,
you know" / ventured.
"You think you are smart, don't
you? hate smart people"
Something of interest is happening
every minute. The hawk had scarcely
carried of one chicken when our hired
mamie is little colored boy, and
We pay MIN 81 a week but be can
pillow. and he knows which side up to
plant beans-in taking our horse down
to the pasture, happened to lose his
hold on the halterstrap. before the
pasture was in sight, and away that
horse went, head up, tail out. his neck
arched like that of a $4,000 Trakene
stallion Che is eleven years old, and
we paid $95 for him..
He made straight for the open gate,
and then down the pike, of course,
while my heart went down into my
slippers. He was the first horse /
ever owned, and this was the fret
fine he had runaway OF courao II