The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-03-25
HOOSIER EAGLES.
Tales of AGuiline Struggles and Dis
cOmfitures i'm Great State.
New FORK Sun.

New Z DIRK Sun.
'"rhe Indiana eagles are on the rampage
again." said George Bloshfeld, of Wayne
county, "and seem to have taken a particu-
lar fancy this time to small boys 1t isn't
so long ago since the Sun printed the story
swooped down on a flock of geese in
farmers door-yard, confidently expecting
that it would be no job at all to soar back
with a fat goose for dinner and was al
most knocked silly with surprise when the
whole flock pitched into him with vim
that compelled him to do some of the live
lest fighting he had ever run UP against;
and even then, after licking every one OF
the geese, the eagle failed to get one OF
them for his dinner because the farmers
daughter came out and went at him with
fence rail and a dog and laid him so low
that he never got any higher than the farm
er's mantelpiece, and then only as stuffed
'.That story was all right, but indirectly
il gave out the idea somehow that all the
eagles in Indiana were in Vermillion county.
Not by a long shot. Old Scotts all right
may have a few more eagles than Scott
county, but 1t takes two or three Yer
million county eagles to size up with one
you that she lived in Vermillion county
when she was a girl, and once killed an
turkey gobbler in her fathers barnyard.
She killed 1t with a fail with which she was
threshing out oats in the barn. the eagle
measured six feet and little over from tip
to tip. IL was considered a fair average
Xermillion county eagle Mrs Farmer
richards now lives In scott county. some
time ago, when the weather was warm. Mrs.
Richards was out in the yard boiling
soap. Her three-year-old boy was playing
about the yard. Suddenly shadow like
that OF a passing cloud came over the yard,
and Mrs. Richards heard a scream. She
looked up and saw heap of feathers as
big as IL one OF her biggest feather beds
had been dumped down there, but from
the top of It rose the head, and from the
eagle. The feet were clutchng the clothes
Of Mrs. Richards's three-year-old boy, who
was kicking and suuirming and yelling TO
ladle in her hand. She dipped it in the ket-
tie of soap. filled it with the boiling stuff,
and sprinted across the yard only too quick.
The eagle had got his hooks in the boy
with the youngster But he tarried too
long. Mrs Richards dumped the ladle of
boiling soap the top of his head, and the
hot stuff ran down and filled his eyes and
boy as if he had been hotter than the soap.
and began doing some OF the liveliest
ground and lofty tumblng around that yard
that was ever seen. The soap hadn't only
kali work on those sensitive organs in a
way that simply craZed.
Mrs. Richards grabbed her boy and ran
with him gto 5de house Thep sn got
back to use 1t on the eagle which was still
pirouettng around the yard like a rooster
with its head off; The sun. wouldn't go
The head until he glad to die. He
undoubtedly a patriarch Of the sky, Cor
every feather on him was as gray as the
lichen on glacial rocks. and he measured
seven feet from tip to tip.
These are all the returns that were Ia
when | left home. and l expect later news
they are on one of their periodical ram
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