Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1898-11-17

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cid this one, but it was of no use; she
wasn't equal to it.
..Melvira," remarked Mr.. Daisy &c
lis wife, as he looked into the coop
.-Meivira, If l didn't know different,
chouId say you was q natural-borr
fool"
William Henry" snapped Mrs
Daisy, Il am Datural-born FOOL OF
Id never married you"
"Mebby you're right, Melvlra," he
said, uneas;Iy. But l wish you'd ex
plain why you didn't pick cut bigger
hen
That hen was the biggest one on
the place that wanted TO set" returned
Mrs. Dassy. Il suppose you'd have sci
those eggs under hen that dion't
want to set, wouldn't you?"
We'll, not exactly that, Melvira. A
hen that hasn't fully and thoroughly
made up her mind to set isn't very
stationary critter. But why didn't
YOU keep the eggs till a more sizable
hen got the setting notion into heI
head?"
Would you have kept those eggs OF
ice, or would you have boiled them
William Henry?" inquired Mrs. Dassy
with vigor.
We'll, 1 dunno what I'd have done,
sighed Mr.. Dassy, but I'd have done
something fore I'd set nine turkey
eggs under little speckled hen like
that. You'd better sew fringe on that
hen so she can cover the outside eggs
Though what do we want lot of tur,
keys gawking round for anyhow"
We'll, you'll see what we want OF
them about next Thanksgiving. VIII
ntn Henry, if you don't eat your share
OF those turkeys. then / lose my guess -
''Ail right. Melvira, all right" as
scented Mr.. Dassy, cheerfully, as he
went back to the pump. Only /
don't like the gobble of the pesky
things. Makes me want to choke
them"
The Dassys lived on the northern
edge OF Nebraska. Their farm lay on
the open prairie, but right at the head
CT Lone Tree canyon, an abrupt crack
OF the ground which ran down to the
Niobrara river. The lone tree which
gave the name to the canyon was a
high and spectral pine standing a
dozen yards from their barn.
Never was tree so deserted Nv its
kind before. There was not another
in sight anywhere, although there
were others down the canyon and
along the river; but as you stood OF
the prairie you looked over them, anC
over the river and canyon as well, SO
that in whatever way you turned your
eyes from the Dassy ranch you saw
nothing but treeless prairie; though
Of an evening the wind sighed through
the top of the lone tree quite industri-
ously. and did what it could to suggest
a forest. The Dassy boys. Thomas
Jefferson, Andrew jackson and George
Washington, often talked about
climbing the lone tree, but they never
did so.
One day a month later Mrs. Daisy
came out of the coop and said: We'll,
she didn't DO so bad, / think"
How many?" inquired Mr.. Dassy.
Seven"
they likelylooking critters?7
well, they don't handsome much
now, OF course. Young turkeys never
do. But I'm reckoning that next
Thanksgiving the biggest one OF 'em,
baked to turn, on the blue platter,
with his legs sticking up in the air,
viii be inst about as pretty a sight
as you'll see. William Henryi"
Her husband smiled and rubbed his
hands. oh, I'm not saying a word
against juicy young turkeys on plat
tiers bout Thanksgiving time. What
I object to is their gobbling and strut
ting around and feeling so big"
aDon't say anything, William
Henry" replied his wife; I've known
you to gobble and strut around and
feel big"
It was still early In the spring, and
the weather was cold. Perhaps it was
from this cause that the next day one
OF the young turkeys died But the
earefnl nursing OF Mrs. Daisy. 30