The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1885-11-05
WHOLE NO. 14l9.
A True Story.

Let me tell you little story-a
true, sweet little story-about our old
Iaru, said the passenger from India
IA. ''On our farm we have big
barn, full to the rafters with the frag-
RAM hay, and back of the barn is a
/ 1ragfant horse-pond. My father-no-
bic cid man. with gray beard, kindly
eyes,a pleasant word to every body, and
one suspender supporting Il pair of
baggy breeches patched with red-my
dear old father, with his watchful eve
for the economies of agriculture, con-
cluded that the fragrant horse-pond
that glistened in the sunlight aud
smelled toward heaven would be a
good place TO raise geese. So he bought
= goose of a neighbor and set her on a
dozen eggs. 1t happened that one of
these eggs was hens egg, and 1T
hatched out rooster. This young
rooster survived the perils of infancy
mumps, chicken cholera, rats, stones,
and too big a dinner OF potato bugs
and paris green, and grew to man
hoods estate bumptious, growing,
ambitious young rooster. His half
sisters just loved him, and the tale of
family affection which | now tell you
ture; with all her wondrous examples
for men. 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, and he
crew on the corncrib, and he crew on
the cowshed, and he asked one Of his
sisters to feel his muscle. Then he
started in the direction of a nejghbor,
where he had heard young rooster
lifting up his voice. He found that
young rooster, and they called each
other names, and made faces at each
other, and questioned each others ma
ternity and integrity for few minutes,
when they jumped up into the air and
came together. The birds twittered iii
the tree-tops and nodded in their nests,
the humble bee hummed toward his
home, the sun sank alow-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 if he were tired, and left
trail of blood behind him. 1t 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 business, but stopped
TO crow.
"1hen it 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 confined 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 one side OF the sucker, and the
other on The other, and they braced
him up ana pushed him along toward
home. Other sweet half-SlSters came
out and guarded the rear of the re-
treating column. They jumped upon
that victorious rooster, told him he
should take somebody of his size, and
that he ought to be ashamed OF him.
self, and threatened to blab to his faith
Ell. Our young rooster was brought
home, washed in the horse-pond and
put to sleep under i manger.- Every
word of this is true. | saw the whole
thing with my own eyes, and the last
man that called me liar is still in the
hospital. Have you got cigar about
your clothes? ?'- chicago Herald.