The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1895-01-10
A WONDERFUL eoBsLER.
The POultryman Expected Him to Keep
Growing After Death.


Growing After Death.
"Talkin' about turkeys" observed
the farmer to the produce man the
other day, 1--WE raised one year ago
that probably never had his equal in
size and weight in the history of the
world"
The produce man looked incredulous,
but the farmer went on without notice
ing it:
when that turkey was Matched he
was no bigger than the rest of the
brood, but two days later he weighed
five pounds and was sprouting tail
feathers. The end of the first week
out of the shell saw him full-fedged
bird of a trihe more than ten pounds,
and still he grew"
The produce man smiled indulgently,
echoing the farmers words:
and still he grew.
"Yes, Stree; l never saw anything
like it. He was two weeks old to the
day when he tipped the beam at
thirry-fiv pounds, and he only seemed
to have fairly started. for
Yes, | know" slowly observed the
produce man, ''for still he grew"
Grew? well, l should say so! A
week later he had put up another
fifteen pounds without iinpairin' his
activity or seemin' to mind it in the
least. He picked up his corn as lively
as ever, and still he gre|.'1sq
There was sickly SMILE oR1the prod
uce mans face, but he made no re-
mark.
''We began to wonder where it was
goin' to stop" went on the farmer,
''for about this time his appetite, which
had always been extraordinary, began
to pick up at an alarmin' rate, and we
knew he'd just about got his second
wind, which meant putin on weight
more rapidly than ever. 1t took him
just ten days to put up another twenty
five pounds"
THAT makes seventy-fve," gasped
the produce man.
''Kerrect, and still he grew
''And still he grew" sighed the prod
uce man.
Il suppose he was something like
eight weeks cid when he reached the
one hundred pound mark, and quit
walking about" continued the farmer.
'But he still grew" anxiously put in
the produce man.
''Never let up for minute" was the
assuring reply. 1--WE became a little
anxious about him at this time, on ac-
count of the henhouse, which we could
see would soon be too small for him to
stand up in. Finally, we decided to
transfer him to the barn, but we had
been a little slow in comm to the de-
cision, for when we went to remove
him he had grown too big to GO through
the henhouse door, and we had to take
out the whole front of the building to
accommodate his size
And still he grew" ventured the
produce man, in a weak voice, and
with very painful attempt at smile.
Eyes, he had more room to spread
out in the barn, and went on CROWN
faster than ever Very soon it became
a question as to how long the barn
would last him, and then we decided
to kill him. That, -3ya-easily
guess, was no small task, but we did il
jest felled him with poleax as you
would an OK, and we managed to give
him his death blow at the third stroke. >
"And still he grew" absent-minded'
ly murmured the produce man,
Screw nothin'," retorted the farmer,
Indignantly. did you expect him to
go on CROWN forever?"
So l don't know" answered the
other, somewhat recovering his spirits;
stranger things than that happened
to the turkey, if have not been dream
ing IN. Y. Herald.