The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1886-12-18

cannot put on airs over US any more.
/ know that you do not breakfast on
quail on toast nearly as often as we do.
1t is a common dish with us. My prefer
ence, however, is for roast wild duck
with thyme.
/ recently dined with an English
n-ighbor, Mrs. r.. who toasted us on
game seasoced with thyme. Besides
this foreign sounding herb, she raises
in her W kitchen garden, tended on
y by herself, English mint, rosemary.
sweet marioram, sage. nas,urtinm, Gel
cry and rhubarb. For dessert she had
delicious tarts, that IS, grape pies,
from vines she planted herself. She
says grapes are troublesome 10 raise,
on account of the hooking binds.
These gourmands are % numberless.
bold and yoraci Gus that it is u hard
matter to protect the grapes from them
Each bunch must be hidden by being
curtained separately in a little big.
This autumn it was right comicai to
see the Whole vine hung with futter-
ia calico.
The knocking birds are great ras~
calls said Mrs. R., ''yet l cannot have
them shot. They are dreadful rowdies.
When | so to the arbo", especially in
the morning, their CHATTER is deafening,
aud / have to put them off the vines
If you simply shoe them they'll laugh
at you. And you little know how sau
cy they are to my chickens. They fly
! at the young ones aad peck them, and
fight the old hens. What their motive
+, is l can't guess, unless It /. sheer hood
Iumism. Yet, when I wake at night
and hear one of these nightingales
twmblins in rapture. | forgive all his
depIedations. He will sing for hours,
so loud. SO high, so clear. so thrilling
sweet. filling the air with imusic, that
l think she is natures b,rd, and we
dare 0 modest him."
After this rhapsody we went into the
barn-yard, and Mrs. r. said: "L"ok
at Our Christmas dinner, Honey"
"Your magnificent turkey gobbler 7
Oh, no ; he is too gorgeous" said 1.
sit won't do to kill him. Hell have
to 60 anyhow /; but he is grand"
Now. i: the turkey were Il rare bird.
wouldn't this one be considered a 800
prize Curiosity Wouldn't he lie be a
beauty for a menagerie Look at that
purple and green neck Of his. Look
ut that steel-bIne breast and the bril-
liant feathers of that fan-tail. And,
indeed. rs the sun shone on him, he
looked like a great lustrous bronze. and
glowed with metallic colors Of burni<h
ed copper, oxidized silver and f,ctted
gold. But l hate him. He scared me
half to death-eame running and
gobbling and threatening at me and
how | am alive to day l hardly know.
learned since that he wanted corn.
When MI. Il. Is not provided with
corn, That villain jumps on him and
strikes him with his wings, which are
almost powerful enough to knock a
man down. | rejoice. that Christmas
is ut hand. and l will not weep at the
untimely end of gorgeous Mr.. Gobble.
Mrs. r. has Il fine gander, which is a
modelsof paternat duty. 1t is edifying
to see him replnce Mrs. Gooee and go
promenading at the head his numerous
little goslings, showing a grave, be-
nign and fatherly interest in them. At
night when his family are oil cooped.
he remains on guard just outside the
door u lone sentinel the live long night.
Mrs. r. says that she has often looked
at him while he is on duty, and never
once caught him mapping. He holds
his head high. his neck erect, his eysa
Opeu anda lert, and woe to the mink,
rat or snake that would attempt to una
raud his domicile. His name is
Charles Augustus Caesar.
Among the ROSTERS Mr.. B. pointed
: out Don Pedro, Prince Of Wales and
: Montezuma. Among the pigs I saw
e Queen victoria's eldest daughter. King
Kalizoe and the Gar. Three little
pigs yet unnamed 50 appealed to my
compassion that I begged the priv
: lege of naming them. This being gran
|, ted, they are henceforth to be know,
; to the world as Yum Yum, Peephe
Q and Pitt Sing. Otherwise, they might
today be called Clay. Calhoun ant
: Webster.