The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-05-24
QUEER OLD NUTMEG STATE.
nj AsToNIsHIN0 TBINGs OF ONE
WEEK IN CONN ECTICUT.
Mr.. Conion'- Turkey Heat JonHh's Hrcore
All 60 PIrcr--Hemnin- OF Isdinn 'h'ers
Founs Nybopp,ng BIg Sea serprnt.

Mr.. ConIon's Turkey Heat JouHh's Hrcore
All TO Ircr--K emnin OF iadinn 'htet'
Pound A whoppInE Big Sea serprne
NoRwICu Conn, May 23.-It has been q week
full " extraordinary happenings In the Nut-
meg state. In tho first place, Conlon's turkey
set the ball Of incidents going In nveliest styie'
and II rolled nll about the Commonwealth.
Conlon's turkey was swallowed In the unususi
style of Jonah. was gone for many days, and 10
the end was restored to its freedom by a modih-
cation OF the process by which the ancient
Biblical mariner recovered himself.
Mr.. William G. Osgood. a wealthy resident OF
this city, who owns rich farms. has q smooth
and sunny plantation on the old Salem turn
pike, q mile and n half from the Norwich City
Hall, and william +. Conlon, his tenant farmer,
tills 1t. lie Is as fond Of poultry rs Mr.. osgood
Is OF farms.
Particularly fond Is Mr.. Conlon Of his flock OF
handsome turkeys, noble birds OF the famous
Nutmeg stamp, which step haughtily, range all
day through tho breezy fields, and roost high at
night. In this bloodcd flock was one bird espo-
cially, n sleek hen, that stepped higher and
roasted more loftily than did any other one OF
her companions. As n rule elms, naples. and
apple trees. all about a homestead, arc tall
enough to suit the most ambitious turkey. and
after nightfall their branches are thickly set
with sable bosses that are the plump bodies OF
turkeys brOoding in slumber.
But the aspiring hen turkey was not content
with trees to roost In; she must go higher, IL
possible. So one night she vaulted to the roof
tree Of the corn house, and s~quatted there till
morning in the cold but the corn house was
squat In stature as compared with the trees.
II did not answer. ON the following evening
sle assembled to the ridgopolo Of tho
immense Osgood barn. and passed the night
there. but with no more satisfaction.
On tho third night-an evcntful one-sho
climbed the house itself. n neat two-story DWELL
ing, with sharply STOPPING roof, and a pair OF
chimney tops, tnll and somewhat capacious.
1t was about sunset that she made the ascent,
md Mr.. Conlon, who had just returned home
from his days labor in the field, wondered what
in time she was doing up there. but he let her
have her own way, as he had been in the habit
of doing. lilo kept watch of her, however. from
time " time, stepping Gingerly along the RIDGE
pole, kicking nervously now and then, thrust
ing out her long neck warily: and as he was
returning from the b~arnyard to the house with
his last pail Of foaming milk at milking time.
he noted that she had climbed one of the cbim-
ncy stacks. and, erect thereon. was looking
over the wide landscape With curiosity and con-
siderable apparent concern. ,
Long after nightfsll, perhaps about o O'Clock
the evening was dark as q pocket-a member OF
Mr.. Conlon's household. who had sailed out Of
doors to attend to a chore. dimly deserted an
object like an inky Indian club or huge black
chimney top. lilo knew what 1t was at once
the venturesome hen. turkey. and did not at
turkey was missing. Far and wide in their leis-
ure moments Mr.. Conlon and his family strovs
dusky depths of the cavernous barr. and all the
fence and s~tone-wall coverts of the fields and
rim. Of the biz valley brook. Turkeys are won:
derful roamers. as well as being secretiye and
OAsturC land TO hide their nests in distant waste
places, The scarchers even beat all the brush
n, nor rhe G of pn paf hom @, %Goos ,h Nn the huR nasi a. sb one
everywhere Intellectually.
The handsome hen turkey was the pride or
and the family bemoaned her loss with sincere
regret. For two days longer the Conlon chill:
fowl. and relished the excitement OF the chase
almost as much as II the sport had been-hids
turkey. and the Conlons, believing her to be
gone past redemption, reluctantly abandoned
Meantime. in several instances, something
mysterious, mystifying. seemingly phenome.
different member OF the family. q queer. faint.
far-away sounding noise. sometimes a single
that apparently emanated from the bowels
Of the house. on several occasions the
daytime, and those who heard it were
had Glanced to oyerkear the warning cry Of
the ghost OF the hen turkey? SIN, 1t was so
very lhlut dlu ltebie u lnulstlICL IL was pos
sIble they were mistaken altogether; so thought
the Conlon. family, at any rate. A month had
ously missing bird; the ehostly call. too. seemed
to be dying in the house-it, was heard very
easily beconfounded with a sigh. "
one morning this week: haying several hours
making lone-needel repairs on the base Of his
main chimney. in the family best room" and
p plssht sn!f RsA % rn 7 1ssou ssl SrIst s midh n Shl.sl i s%s
the black, besooted funnel OF the shaft. But =
seft9s' Mr. in'1 GGp Gaa "l Ssr. driven Ss%e by TO PISS Ris :ln !1:s
r,ei . srHihed through tho u sh,mn ahs thin . Inner
IN, " s"a that tam" Was '''r ins.antl So''e ell S,sai
NJ. CGqlon conceived a curious idea. and he
laborGl like a Titan to verify it. Having rapid;
In the base OF the stack, so that 1t was half as
great IN diameter as the mouth Of a bushel
knees. thrust both hands into the chimney, and
drew forth the body of his long-lamented hen
Dead. was she2 Not a bit of it: on the con-
sound az a goose, not only alive. but
matter of fact, she was not quite 80 lively as an
August 3SFrieket neither so sat or plump or
food, IN the dark and narrow shaft. just big
enough to mold her, immovably wedged therein,
not bigger than that OF an ordinary-sized Plym-
onth Rock hen, and she was so feeble she
three days without nourishment in her murEy
prison, and the only water she had was what
into the shaft in rains. However, tho
fowl speedily recovered, and at the
ehd OF two days was Just about as good and
hale as, ever. But Mr.. Conlon, reasoning that
ne could not AFFORD TO take chances with a hen
Iurkey OF such remarkable and discussivo
genius, has Just sold her to his marketmnn for
90; MT. Conlon thinks that she fell pro-
'puhdiy asleep, and either dreamed herself into
ne chimney, or that n mighty sudden, sharp
whisked her on her pins. and. presto! biffi
paIe k,chuck! Asa matter OF fact, how did
ms easy enough, argues Mr.. Conlon.
~ New London this week an organ grinder,
WIN n monkey wearing n red Jacket, PLAYED 10
. street group n strain that is bent with age.
,hr'!" seven .ysar.oid Bonnie King despised the
r. The grinder ceased his grinding and
,o"opeu ana whispered a word TO the crlmson-
apc, and the ape lceped upon homie
( ing and his sharp teeth clicked together in
n arm Whereat Bennic howled and
he ape chattrrrl Ike q mnninc. md lie hnwe3