The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1894-12-07


- The old Man EsrssssA
When he came into the car. every. !
body noticed he carried a basket COW
cred with an old newspaper He e.
lscted seat far To the rear. and the
train moved on out Of the station.
Presently queer noise came from
the basket. There was q hutteringI
sound, and then the old Newspaper
was torn Oh. and the man grabbed at
a splendid looking game rooster and
kept it from scrambling ont OF the
basket. For some time the man had
to work hard to keep the rooster
quiet. Finally the bird decided to-
settle down, and then man q few
seats forward, who had been watch
ing the performance, moved back,
and taking seat next the man with
the fighting cock remarked:
What's yer bird weight
The man with the rooster told
him, and then the other asked:
"S'pose yer goin to have scrapf
We'll" said the man with the
bird, I'm not sport. ! own a little
farm down here, and I'm fond OF
chickens. I've got several rare ones.
and did have several more, but I've
got a young Plymouth Rock roost-
en-
Here the man smiled grimly. He
matted the game cock on the back.
The bird clucked and fiuttered a lit
tie and then settled down. The man
resumed:
This Plymouth Rock-once in
awhile you find one that WAYS q
scrapper from way back. He's only
II months old, but he has killed more
chickens for me than like to think
about. First, it was funny to zee
him tackle some loud mouthed fel-
low and lay him low, and l rather
admired the Plymouth, but when
one day he jumped at q fine Cochin
China and killed him the first dash
I rather felt like killing him.
didn't, however, but next day ! wish
ed l had, for he tackled speckled
Brahma-the only one in this part OF
the state-and before l could inter
fere the Brahma was giving his last
gasps. That bird cost ME $50, and
then determined to get even
This here game rooster belongs
to a friend Of mine. He has never
lost battle, and Ill tell you what
I'm going to do. I'm not sport. but
there's fellow near me who is, and
he can rig up gaffs. I'm going to put
a pair on this bird. Then I'm going
TO have him kill the young Plymouth
Rock. l hate to chop the thing
head of, so Ill give him q half {
chance for his life. OF course he'll
really have no show. you know, be
cause this is science bird and viii
do him before he can turn. but In
mad at the lad, and he's got to go.
This Plymouth Rock, by the way
has no spurs. He did, however, hav
bill like an alligator's mouth, bu
I've clipped that, SO I'm going +
take no chances with the outcome o
the battle"
But" interposed the other man
suppose your Plymouth Roc
should kin this bird4"
..Pshaw." CALCULATED the man
You don't know what this lad ca
do. Why
But he evidently couldn't fin
,lwords to express his opinion Of tn
prowess Of the game cock. He mer'
liz stroked the proud bird and the
prepared to leave the train, whic
!, was nearing his station. The ma
: who had heard the story wanted
e know how the war came out, SO b
u handed the other his card, asking hi
!, to send to his Chicago address brit
7 note with the result Of the plot. III
! chicken fancier agreed to this.
i The man got home week late
= In his mail was q postal card. On
r, were these words:
& plymouth Rock killed the gan
I" cock first dash out Of the box. Co
- me t25. Ate the Plymouth Rock {
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