Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1889-02-22
KILLING A CHICKEN.
A Tender Hearted Housckeeper's First At
tempt at the Bloody Work.

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tempt at the Bloody Work.
Apropos of the new domestic science
Of killing chickens by chloroform, l re-
call an amusing experience of my early
housekeeping when / was tyro in the
business. / had intended having a
chicken pot-pie, having learned how
to make it from an old Southern man.
of the house with my proficiency. But
forgot one thing, although quite fa-
miliar with the famous recipe OF Mrs.
Glass-''first catch your hare" hal
not caught the chicken-it was not
killed--and there was no cook book in
was almost unlimited which gave a
recipe for cooking live chickens.
Joanna" l said to my stanch
maid OF all work. "you must kill the
chicken"
"Never did such thing in my life. "
said Joanna, shortly. "Feyther always
wrung their necks ut home"
Then why not wiring Its neck" l
suggested. with shudder.
Couldn't do it. mem. I'm that ten
derhearted that as soon rs the chicken
begins to squawk, put both fingers In
my ears and hides my head sumwhar."
This was not very encouraging. 1t
was getting on to the time that tho
chicken or chickens should be simmer
ing in the pot. preparatory to going
into the pie. Joanna suggested that
stand at the gate and hail "b'y."
But not boy over the tender age OF
six years appeared, and grew desper-
ate.
This dependence on man is all
nonsense" said severely. II am de-
termined TO have chicken pot-pie for
supper. Now, Joanna, II you will
catch the chicken l will kill it. will
cut its head off with an axe"
felt like n blood-thirsty murderer
as | made this speech. but Joanna said
she could easily catch the chicken II
would kill it.
But we will need pair, men," she
said, cunningly
l did n care. felt that when |
once had my hand in. ! would be able
~ xiii Tho whole roost Of them, and |
got out a housemaid's apron and felt
sharp.
The chicken made = noise that
alarmed the neighborhood. Windows
flew up, cats scampered, dogs barked.
| intrenched myself in the woodshed
until Joanna came in with it. still
shrieking In chicken language and
kicking with all its might.
ats good and plump" she said. with
n grin, as she was about to hand 1t to
me.
81 can not be executiorer and guard
both, l cried. 'If | am to cut its
head of. you must hold it, Now lay its
head on that block--it won't take mo-
ment-nowW
| looked round wildly and raised the
axe. That chicken had ceased to strug-
gle. Its head was laid on the block
and it was regarding me with one eye,
red. distorted eye.
81 can not do It," l exclaimed;
here, Joanna, I'll hold the chicken,
and you cut It's head off,"
The girl grinned.
81 don't mind It," she said, "ef can
hit 1t plumb"
We will never know what she hit.
There was conclusion, and ran in
and barricaded the door. The chicken
flew to the top OF the fence unhurt.
The next heard was the manly voice
OF our next-door neighbor choking with
laughter as he offered his services.
well, we had the pot-pie, but |
never have attempted to take the life Of
II chicken since. and | doubt IL bottle
of chloroform and sponge would be
any inducement in the line OF murder
most fowl, MS Macbeth has it, But tho
pic was success. ~ Detroit Free Press.