The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1885-12-24
"A TruC Story.

'I.ct me toll you Il littlo storv--.a
true, sweet little story--about our Old
farm" said the passenger from India
ma. "On our farm we have a lio
barn. full to the raficrs with .hc fra -
rant hay, and back of tie baru is a
fragrant horsc-pond. My father-no-
bio old man, with Il gray beard, kindly
eyes. pleasant word to cvcrvbndy,aud
ono suspcndcr supporting pair OF
bag@y brc"chcs patched with rcd--mv'
dear Old father, with his watchful eve
Tor the economies of agriculture, con
cludcd that lnc fragrant horse-pond
that gliStencd in tho sunlight and
smel!cd toward heaven would be a
good place to raise geese. 50 he bought
n goose of Il neighbor and set her on q
dozen eggs. 1t happened that one OF
thcsc eggs WAS mems rT~, and it
Matched out i rooster. This young.
rooster survived the nrriis Ui infancy
mumpS, rn!ckGu CnO!cr?, rats, stones,
and TOO big dinner o. Iotato burs
ana 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
is the prctticst thing ever saw in ma
turc; with ali her wondrouS examples
1or men. This young rooster got to
feeling very we'll one day. He thought
he was about seven feet high, and that
he could lick the best rooster that over
walked dunghill in that township.
lie crew on The manure pile, and he
crew on tic cUrncriD, and he crew on
the cowshed, and he asked one OF his
sisters to feel his muscle. Then he
started III the direction of II neigh Dor,
where ho had heard young rooster
lifting up his voice. He found that
young rooster, and they called each
other names, and made laccS at each
other, and questioned each others ma
ternity and integrity for y few minutes,
when they jumped up into the air and
came together. The birds twltored in
the trec-topS and nodded in their nests.
the humble bee hummcd toward his
home, the sun sank aiow- down in the
red west, anI tho boss COWS tod, the
steers this was the time TO shed. But
those gallant young rUosicrs fought on.
Feathers flew aud blood spattercd, and
combs and gills disappeared, but still
the battle ragged. Finally ono poor
young rooster was seen emerging from
the smoke OF battle. There was a
N'"SH 1oon III iIS cS cS. w nat lncTc
was left OF his tail dropped in the dust.
lie 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. Hc meant business, but stopped
to crow.
''Ihen it was, sir, that those fowls Of
the barnyard gaYe mo an Illustration
OF the fact that kindness knows no
kind, and that tho tenderness OF the
female Is confined by no limits Of breed.
Two OF those sweet young goslings
wobbled up 10 their beaten and bruised
halt-brothcr and gave him succor. Oae
got on ono side OF the sucker. and tbs
other on the other, ami they braccd
HIM up anu pushed him along toward
home. Other sweet half~sistcrs came
out and guarded tho rear of the re-
treating column. They jumped upon
that victorious rooster, told him hs
should take somebody of his size, and
that he ought TO be ashamed OF HIM
self. and threatened to blab to his faith
er. Our young rooster was brought
home, washed in the horse pond and
put to sleep under manger. Every
word of this is true. ! saw the whole
thing with my own eyes, and the last
man that called mo liar is still in the
hospital. Have you got Il cigar about
your clotheSP'-thtcago Hcratd