The Dawson journal. (Dawson, Ga.) 1878-18??, 1883-08-02
The Bad Boy.
lie Tells About a Funeral at His
House.


your finger nails" said the gro
Gerry man to the bad boy, as he
came into the store and strolxed
the cat the wrong way as she Law
IN the sun ON the counter, on a
quire of MANILA paper.
Cant remove the dirt for thir-
ty days. 1t is an emblem Of
mourning. Had funeral at our
house yesterday" and the bow
took a picket out Of tub and put
1t IN the cats mouth, and then
went to the show case, while the
grocery man, whose back had been
turned during the pickle exercise,
thought by the way the cat jump
ed into the dried apple barrel and
began to paw and scratch with all
four OF her feet, yowl, that she was
going to have fit.
Il hadn't heard about it," said
the grocery man, as he took the
cat by the neck and tossed her out
IN the back shed into an oyster
box full of saw dust, with a part
ing injunction that if she was 90
ing to have fits she better go out
where there was plenty of fresh
ar. "Death is always sad thing
to contemplate. One day we are
full of health and JOY and cold
ylctuals, and the next we are
screwed down in a box, few words
are said over our remains, a few
tears are shed and there is race
to see who shall get back from the
cemetery first, and though we NAV
think we are an important factor in
the worlds progress, and some
times feel as though it would be
unable to put up margins and have
to stop the deal, the world goes
right along, and it must annoy
people who die to realize that they
don't count for game. The great
est man in the world is only a
nine-spot when he is dead, because
somebody else takes the tricks the
dead man ought to have taken.
But, say, who is dead at your
house?"
"Our rooster. Take care don't
you hit me with that canvassed
ham" said the boy, as the grocery
man looked mad to learn that there
was nobody dead but a rooster,
when he had preached such SER
mon on the subject. Eyes how
soon we are forgotten when we
are gone. Now, you would have
thought that ROSTERS hen would
have remained faithful to him for
a week at Least. [ have watched
them ali the spring, and never saw
a perfect picture of devotion than
that between the bantam rooster
and his hen. They were constant
ly together, and there was nothing
too good for her. He would dig
up angle worms and call her, and
when she came up on a gallop and
saw the great big worm on the
ground, she would look so proud
of her rooster, and he would
straighten up and look as though
he was saying to her, "I'm a dali
sy," and then she would look as
if she would like to kiss him, and
just as she was going to pick up
the worm he would snatch it, and
swallow it himself, and chuckle
and walk around and be full of
business, as though wondering why
she didn't take the worm after he
had dug it for her, and then the
hen would look disappointed at
first, and then she would be resign
ed as much as to say, "Worms are
too rich for my blood anyway, and
the poor, dear rooster needs them
more than I do, because he has to
do all the growing" and she would
go off and find a grasshopper and
eat it on the sly for fear he would
see her and complain because she
did not divide Oh, i have never
fseen anything that seemed TO me
so human as the relations between
that rooster and hen. He seemed
to do everything for her comfort
But Twas disguised with him when
the poor hen was setting. The
first week that she sat on the eggs
he seemed to get along first rate
because he had couple of flower
beds to dig up, which a press Of
business had caused him to neg
lect before, and couple of niegh-
boris gardens to destroy, so ht
seemed to be glad to have his her
retire to her boudoir and set, bu
after he had been shooed out 0.
the gardens and flower beds hc
seemed TO be nervous, and evident
ly wanted to be petted, and h
would go near. the hen and sh'
would seem to tell him to go ant
take a walk around the block, be
cause she hadn't time to leave he
business, and if they didn't 6tten,
to it they would have a lot 0
spoiled eggs on their hands, an,
no family to bring up. He woul'
/ scold, and seemed to tell her tina
it was all foolishness, that for hi
! part he didn't want to hear a lot o
chickens squawing around. HI
would seem to argue with her tina
, a Brood Of chickens would be
r dead give away on them both, an
they would at once be classed .
old folks, while il they were alon