Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1885-11-19
A TRUE STORY.
The Passenger from Indiana Helps to
While Away the Time Between Stations.

The Passenger from Indiana Helps to
"Let me tell you little story--a true,
sweet little story-about our old farm"
said the passenger from Indiana. "On
our farm we have big barn, full to the
rafters with the fragrant hay, and back
Of the barn is fragrant horse pond.
My father-a noble old man, with gray
beard, kindly eyes, pleasant word for
everybody, and one suspendcr supporting
pair of baggy breeches patched with
red-my dead old father, with his watch
full eye for the economies of agriculture,
concluded that the fragrant horse pond
that glistened in the sunlight and smelled
toward heaven would be good place to
raise geese. So he bought goose OF q
ncighbor and set her on dozen eggs. 1t
happened that one of those eggs was n
hens egg, and IL hatchcd out a rooster.
This young rooster survived the perils of
infancy-mumps, chicken cholera, rats,
stones and too big dinner of potato
bugs and paris green, and grew to man.
hoods estate a bumptious, growing, am
bilious young rooster. His half-sisters
just loved him, and the tale of family af.
fection which now tell you is the pret.
tiest thing ever saw in nature, with all
her wondrous examples for man. This
young rooster got to feeling very well one
day. He thought he was about seven
feet high and that he could lick the best
rooster that ever walked dunghill In
that township. He crew on the manure
pile he crew on the corn-crib and he crew
on the COW shed, and he asked one OF his
ed in the direction of neighbor, where
he had heard young rooster and they
called each other names and made faces
at each other and questioned each 9TH
cr's maternity and integrity for a few
minutes, when they jumped up into the
air and came together. The birds twit.
tered in the tree tops and nodded in their
nests; the humble bee hummed toward
his home; the sun sank allow down in the
red west, and the boss cows told the
steers this was the time to shed. But
those gallant young roosters fought on.
Feathers flew and blood spattered and
combs and gills disappeared, but still the
battle ragged. Finally one poor young
rooster was seen emerging from the
smoke Of battle. There was dazed look
In his eyes. What there was left of his
tail dropped in the dust. He walked as
II he were tired and left a trail of blood
behind him. He was our young rooster
:, and the other rooster was after him. He,
too, had blood on his gills, but there was
also blood in his eye. He meant bust.
ness, but stopped to crow.
"Then IL was sir, that those fowls Of
the barnyard gave me an illustration OF
the fact that kindness knows no kind and
that the tenderness OF the female Is con.
fined by no limits Of breed. Two OF
those sweet young goslings wobbled up
to their beaten and bruised half brother
and gave him succor. One got on onC
side Of the sucker and the other on the
other and they braced him up and push
ed him along toward home. Other swee
lf-sisters came out and guarded the
rear Of the retreating column. They
jumped upon that victorious rooster, tolc
him he should take somebody Of his siz,
and that he ought to be ashamed OF him
self and threatened to blab to his father
Our young rooster was brought home
washed in the horse pond and put I,
sleep under manger. Every word O
this is true, saw the whole thing witt
my own eyes and the last man that calle
me liar is still in the hospital. Hav
! you got cigar about your clothess'-
Chicago Herald.