The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1886-05-05
THE QUEENS DAIRY.
A VISIT TO THE ROYAL FARM AND
ITS OCCUPANTS:
A Peep at tho Poultry Houses-Her Maj
esty's Favorite Pets-Earthern Cans Of
MILK and Delicious Rolls of Butter-i-
Milking Time.

Dtilk and Delicious Rolls OF Butter--
Milking Time.
The Home park is about four miles IN cir:;
cumfereuce extending from the north and'
east sides Of the castle to tie banks of the
Thames, and containing about 500 acresJ
largely studded with forest trees, with
avenues Of elm planted in the reign Of Queen
Anne, which throw a delicious SHADE alt
about in summer and afford rest to the
tired eye by their green umbrageous luxuri-
ance.
First of all the queens aviary, or poultry
hous 9. claim our interest These are q
part of the home farm, and are sheltered
by stately clumps Of elm trees on the south
east side of the park. The fowl-house Is
beautiful sem-Gotbic building. There is
central pavilion, q sort Of resting place for
tho royal family when they inspect the
fowl, or come hither for afternoon tea.
We peeped inside. It all look sd very homely
and clean. TIE chairs and ecu hes were
covered in pretty, bright chintz. All about
the room were cases of stuffed fowl Of all
sorts and cases Of stuffed birds beloved
wEel in life by the teen. One tiny, fluffy
and tried to keep warmth and life in, stood
in tiny glass case, as though quite fright
ened at 80 much posthumous homo.
HER MAJEsTY's FAvoRITE DOVE.
A ring dove came next "Ah! her majesty
loved that pretty DEAR" said the mistress Of
The aviary. 1T was the one thrown into
her carriage when she visited old Ireland
with the prince consort Shs took it as a
cook omen, and was very fond of the dove.
Well, she brought it to Windsor, and frouA
it came generations Of doves-some Of these
you see in their cotes above this Little heuss
and on both sides Of it. She was Tefy f6nG
of that Irish dove" What pathetic si4s
to the character OF the queen that she should;
in the midst Of her cares Of state, fln5 time
to love her farm, with her cows and fowls!
In another case we see some game, shot by
the prince consort in 1915, kept sac. edly III
this little nook. All tho feathered pets are
thus kept in memory.
The queen often visits tue little room, and
when her children were little they had tea
off q blue AMI white china service, the
simple fare consisting of fresh milk, eggs,
and buttered toast. with delicat, cups Of
tea Inde.d, her gracious majesty is not ss
one, when she comes roaming about her
farm, and every fowl on the pace knows
her and the sound Of her gentle voice. We
rambled about, looking at the white tur-
keys, the golden pheasants the Brahmin
fowls, the Cochin Chinas, and the dozens Of
other fowls of the rarest breed and beauty,
| all looking monstrous wise as they struttsd
about in their grave, deliberate fashion.
MILK CA;SS AND ROLLS OF BUTTER.
In the royal dairy were added proofs Of
the queens great love for her royal hus-
tand He it was who designed the teauti-
full tiled building. Marble medallions Of
the two-the queen and her consort-are OBJ
served as we enter. The cooling-room is
filed with the earthen cans Of milk set to
cream. The walls are softly tiled, telling
| thu story Of the four seasons in their success:
sive divisions. The windows are double
ones, the inside windows being of colored
glass, showing the red and white roses
houses CT York and Of Latfcaster-the this,
ties of Scotland and the shamrock of Trelahd,
with buttercups and other blossom; The
dairy mistress is a wholesome, cleanly-look-
ing Scotch woman The pans Of milk, the
rolls of butter, and the restfulnass Of the
room are all refreshing TO the weary tourist
even to gaze upon.
We learn that VIII, rever her majesty hap
pens to be she has her own butter sent 10
her for her private table use. After the
cooling-room and the churniny-room we
stray down to the cows These are the
choicest breeds-Jerseys, Guernseys, Alder
neys and also the big Lancashire cows. 1t
is milking time, and the small breeds Of
COWS LOOK at us with fairly human intelli-
gence Then, in the little housed pens, the
tiny calves gaze in half-frightened love into
into our eyes and bend their pretty heads
to receive our caressing touch. Nothing Is
so motherly of look in its big, soft eyes as
cow Next to our human mothers there is q
wondrous softness and maternity in the e1-
preston of cows eyes We read in its
depths patience, tenderness faith, as no.
whore else in the animal world-Cor. Boz
ton Herald