Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-01-19
KILLINd a cHlokEN.
4 fehdefsHeafted fi6dsekSgPet's First At
tempt ut the Bloody work

tempt ~ NuC AlAOouJ WoEAs
AprUpos Of the new domestic sciences
Of kiilihg chickens BY chloroform, / re-
call an amusing experiences 0img early
housekeeping when / was a tyro in the
business. / had intended having a
chicken pot-pie, having learned how
to make it from an old Southern mann
my, and l wanted to astonish the head
Of the house with my proficiency. But
] forgot one thing, although quite far
hiiiar with the famous recipe Of Mrs.
Glass 'frst eateh your hare" / had
not caught the ehicken-it Was not
killed-and there was no cook book ia
all the range Of my ignorancs-and il
was almost tinlimited-which gave q
recipe for cooking live chickens.
Joanna" 1 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 necEs at home."
"Then why not wiring its neck" !
suggested, with a shudder.
Couldn't do 1t, mem. I'm that ten.
derhearted that as soon as the chicken
begins to squawk, put both fingers iii
my ears and hides my head sumwhar.
This was not very encouraging. 1t
was getting on to the time that the
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 q "b'y"
But not boy over the tender age OF
six years appeared, and I grew desper.
ute.
This dependence on d man Is all
nonsense" said severely. II am de.
tertnined to have chicken pot-pie for
supper Now, Joanna, il you will
catch the chicken l will xiii IT, / will
cut its head of with an axe"
felt like blood-thirsty murderer
as made this speech, but Joanna said
she could easily catch the chicken if /
would kill it.
"But we will need pair, men," she
said, cunningly.
l did not care. 1 felt that when /
once had my hand in, would be able
10 kill the whole roost Of them, and
got out housemaid's apron and felt
the edge Of the axe to sec If it was
sharp,
The chicken made d noisu that
alarmed the neighborhood. Windows
flew up, cats scampered, dogs barled.
| intrenehed myself in the woodshed
until Joanna came in with 1t, stiIl
shrieking in chicken language and
kicking with all its might,
Its good and plump, " she said, with
a grin, as she was about to hand it to
me.
Il can not be executioner and guard
both," l cried. eff l am to cut its
head of, you must hold 1t, Now lay its
head on that block--it won't take a mo-
ment-nowm
I looked round wildly and raised the
AKA. O. That chicken had ceased to strug-
gle. It's head was laid on the block
and it was regarding me with one eye,
a red, distorted eye.
81 can not do it," l exclaimed;
"here, Joanna, I'll hold the chicken,
and you cut its head off"
The girl grinned.
II don't mind it, she said, "ef / can
hit it plumb"
We will never know what she hit
There was conclusion, and l 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
u chicken since, and / doubt Ii bottle
Of chloroform and a sponge would be
any inducement in the line of murder
most fowl, as Macbeth has it. But the
pie was success. Detroit Free Press.