The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-03-25
Chicken Farming Was a Nine.
timber" in the c5ioaoo Herald.

Amber" IN the Chicago Herald
A certain portion Of everybody's life is bound
to be blghted sooner or later by well meaning
but mistaken advisers. Said one of them 10 me
once, in the days that are gone:
MY dear, there is no earthly reason why you
should not be rich woman"
You don't say sor' said l. please explain. q"
You have only 70 buy few fowls aud go 10
raising spring chickens and selling fancy eggs.
and you II be independent in q year. :"
had s. laid aside TO buy barrel OF -four I
took il and bought two hens and rooster. The
evening OF the same day thief stole them
away. + irst loss.
Don't give it up" said my adviser IN
lend you another FIVE; try it again. But first
build chicken COOP and paddock it."
80 secured carpenter at 81 day and il
took him Uhree days to build the coop. Then
bought my chickens and locked them in. over
fed them on hot corn and they all died, after
standing on one leg for twenty-four hours and
looking reproachfully at me out of haif-closed
and glazing eyes. was now $40 out, not count
ing feed. A friend, taking compassion upon me-
sent a couple Of old gold cochins and goblin
rooster, who crowed in double bass and chuckled
in German gutteral The first day one of the
hens laid an egg, and we all wanted to 90 out
and look at it, but was afraid TO do so because
there was bloodin the ROSTERS eye!
"Divil a tut would put inside the coop, and
he lOOkin' at me like O say-sarpint," said
Bridget So we never saw the egg, because the
rats stole 1t and every egg that followed it,
until we brought home dog to catch the rat.
The dog was terrier, not TO say a terror, and
preferred lying in wait for us to fooling around
nights after rats. So we had to get rid of him
and invest in cat. The cat broke into our
neighbours pantry and ate up porter house
steak in preference to any haphazard game
diet. This caused i'll feeling between the fami-
lies, and the final disappearance of the cat.
Meantime the hens managed to bring out a
brood api zee, late in the season. These grew to
awkward adolescence and were sentenced to
die, that they might go upon the market.
WHO will kill tnem?" asked myself in the
your
But really couldn't, you knowl" said I;
"Tll get Bridget to do the deed"
By promises of an advance in WAGES secured
Brldgets services and retired to a remote
apartment to shut out the sights and sounds of
carnage. In few moments Bridget sought me
out, wild eyed and GREATNESS.
Nlver agin, num-" said she, ''niver agin
will attimpt the loiKes of it,"
What is the matterf" asked l. "How many
have you lied?"
touch" l went out and looked at the one
small fowl, dead behind the woodpile. and then
let my gaze follow the other score geefully
chasing bugs in the two-acre pasture That
night said my prayers, put on my hood and
went forth to battle. / entered the coup. There
is legend that the chicken becomes stupid
after nightfall and can be easily plucked from
the rooSt, like ripe apple from the bougn
Reckoning upon that legend, bravely entered
the GOOD and seized the nearest chicken by the
leg. Perhaps the last trump will make more
noise, but doubt 1t. The old hens Shrieked and
cackled as though laying tons of eggs by the
light Of the moon. The rooster beloved like a
foghorn. left the coop AT the door of exit
was confronted with a shadowy form with a
club.
Come along out of this, you blank thief
Stealing that poor woman's chickens are you?
I'll teach you
1t was my neighbor, kindly interfering, as he
thought. with the operations of a chicken
burglar
"Hold on, kind sir, I'm not a thief" said L.
j merely came out to kill some chickens.
feel faint-pease get the camphor."
lie leaned me up against the wood-pile.
where l slowly revived to the music in the
COOP When could speak l said: will you
take the lot for dollar?"
He wiped away tear and murmured: Not
as gift ~