Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1891-10-10


autter around to get his dinner.
This time, we both knew he was in a
hurry, SO mistress few back into the
house most as fast as hen I saw once
without any head.
He would not take time to sit down
till mistress pushed perch, that is q
chair, behind him and helped his plate.
And when she brought in a dish, I
thought looked like my dough, he said,
40 no, I've no time for pudding to-day"
Then knew it was an extra rush and
that he would take no time to talk to me,
or give me my customary dinner of
crumbs.
He started off to town in a minute,
almost, and I thought at first that I
would say nothing about it, but I was so
hungry that I ran after him, at last, cry
ing just as loud as could. I caught up
to him as he crossed the street, and be-
fore he knew was there I flew up onto
his shoulder.
He just laughed. "Good boy" he said.
Then he turned around and carried me
back to the house.
"Well," said the mistress, 81 thought
you we're in such hurry"
swell, Steve, old boy, had to have his
dinner" he said.
And he took me right in to the table
and gave me some of his good sweet
dough- mean pudding.
So you see I'm no common chick. when
people, nice people, think SO much of me-
But one day I came near, very near,
very near, losing my life, though it all
ended very prettily as you will see.
The mistress went to town and while
she was gone storm came on-and such
storm! Oh. how the water came down.
We couldn't begin to drink it all. Bid
dy told US we couldn't, but she was
raised back east, and we thought she
didn't know, so we stood out doors, with
our heads up, till We didn't know as
much-not half as much as we thought
Biddy knew.
After the rain was over mistress came
out and gathered up basketful of u.s.
Our feathers we're so wet that they looked
as it they had gotten too small for US, and
we were stiff and cold as ice.
The mistress wanted master to make
fire and help to warm US up.
"Why it's no use," he replied, as he
looked at us. "lhey are all dead. Why
didn't the fool chickens go into the barn
any way?"
L had never heard him talk so before.
l realized for the first time that didn't
know enough to go in out of the rain, and
at the thought grew colder and sitter
than ever.
The master went to town and the mis-
tress, good soul, may she live long and
eat Biddy in chicken pie, made fire,
put some sticks on the stove, laid board
on them, got some flannel clothes to piece
out our feathers and put us on the board.
Every little while she turned us and
rolled us till at last some of the others
opened their eyes. They were then put
into dry flannel in basket.
1 was the last to show any signs of life
/ didn't want to live. was afraid the
Judge would hear what goose I'd made
of myself.
Mistress looked Mt me, turned me over,
and then happy thought seemed to
strike her-a merry thought thaw) it
was for me.
''I'll give Steve some brandy she said.
"That's what they give drowned people I
guess
She opened my mouth and poured
something in. Peep! Peep! But wasn't
it hot? I felt as il my gizzard was on fire.
Then she wrapped me up in red flannel
rag and put me in the oven.
Presently the master came in. I heard
him and called out.
did you bring those dead chickens
to?" be asked in surprise.
The mistress told him what she had