Morris tribune., 1894-09-19
A eAMY PLYMOUTH ROCK.
t Didn't Allow Itself TO Be snafsed Out,
as tho Old Han Fxneefed.

! 1t Didn't Allow Itself TO Be snafsed Out,
J as tho Cid aIan Expected.
/ When he came into the car, every
body noticed he carried a basket COW
cred with an old newspaper. He Sc
lected seat far to the rear, and the
train moved on out of the station.
Presently queer noise came from
the basket. There was a futtering
sound, and then the old newspaper
was torn OFF, and the man grabbed at
splendid looking game rooster and
kept it from scranbling out 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 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 weigh?'
The man with the rooster told
him, and then the other asked:
"S'pose yer goin to have a scrap?"
WELL" 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-
err
Here the man smiled grimly. He
patted the game cock on the back.
The bird clucked and futtered lit
tie and then settled down. The man
resumed:
This Plymouth Rock-once in
awhile you find one that ways a
scrapper from way back. He's only
II months old, but he has killed more
chickens for me than I like to think
about. First, it was funny to see
him tackle some loud mouthed fel-
low and lay him low, and I rather
admired the Plymouth, but when
one day he jumped at a fine Cochin
China and killed him the first dash
I rather felt like killing him. I
didn't, however, but next day I wish
ed had, for he tackled a speckled
Brahma-the only one in this part of
the state-an before [ could inter
fere the Brahma was giving his last
gasps. That bird cost me $50, and
then I determined to get even.
This here game rooster belongs
to friend of mine He has never
lost battle, and I'll tell you what
I'm going to do. I'm not a sport, but
there's a fellow near me who is, and
he can rig up gafs. I'm going toput
a pair on this bird. Then I'm going
to have him kill the young Plymouth
Rock. 1 hate to chop the things
head off, so I'll give him half
chance for his life. OF course he'll
really have no show, you know, be-
cause this is a science bird and will
do him before he can turn, but I'm
mad at the lad, and he's got to go.
This Plymouth Rock, by the way.
has no spurs He did, however, have
a bill like an alligator's mouth, but
I've clipped that, so I'm going to
take no chances with the outcome Of
the battle"
But, interposed the other mar,
suppose your Plymouth Rock
should kill this birdl"
"Pshaw!" calculated the man.
you don't know what this lad can
do. Whyr
But he evidently couldn't find
words to express his opinion of the
prowess of the game cock. He mere,
y stroked the proud bird and then
to leave the train, which
vas nearing his station. The man
Who had heard the story wanted to
Know how the war came out, so he
handed the other his card, asking him
o send to his Chicago address a brief
tote with the result of the plot. Tho
,hicken fancier agreed to this.
The man got home a week later.
n his mail was postal card. On it
we're these words
Plymouth Rock killed the game
ock first dash out of the box. Cost
ne $25. Ate the Plymouth Rock to-
lay. Chicago Tribune.
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