The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1902-03-27

sS>N"N ~ ~ as maiden
hair. and Of such a brilliant, beautiful
buff. The buff Cochin heard the en-
vlous, ill-natured remarks of her mates.
and her heart was often sad.
"Such a stump OF a TAIL" said the
pert white LeghoTn chick. I'D be
bcbtall outright ii couldn't raise
more respectable tail than that
"And such a ridiculous comb" shifted
the black Minorca, whose bright red
comb hung over like n plume. For
my part l admire the rose combs, if one
isn't a Minorca."
1.-THE man who feeds us says she
pays for her keep in looking pleasant
crawked the motherly old white hen.
who had raised so many broods of
fine chicks that she was on the pen
sion list, so to speak, and she told the
truth.
There was a commotlon in the yard
when Buff laid her first egg.
Chanticlecr sat on the edge of the
box and warned the hens that a friend
of his was engaged in a serious and
delicate operation. aud must not be dis
turbed.
Buff bore her honors rneelily as she
flew off the nest at last with modest
announcement that she had done her
duty as a patriotic citizen of the yard.
but her friends took up the strain so
loudly that the mistress came running
out 1t was almost golden egg so
large and yellow. and she carried 1t
IN to show the family
"Bless the bird. We must save every
egg for a setting" was the unanimous
verdict, and the cracked blue dish
was set apart in the corner Of the cup
hoard for the purpose THE bun Ccch-
In is by far the finest fowl We have"
The fowls were more than ever en-
vious, as every day the fine, yellow egg
was carried to the house with such
care. The mistress picked up the pret-
ty golden pullet enc day and caressed
her, and instead of fluttering and re-
bellng against human touch, the gentle
creature leaned her head against her
arm, and crawked away as prettily as
II she was saying real words
"She is telling US that she IS trying
to be a good biddy and that she ap-
preciates all we do for her" said the
daughter, laughing
''It is foolish, / know, to get so at
tached to a little. senseless creature. -
replied the mother, stroking the glossy
feathers; "but how can one help it
when it is so evidently living up to tile
very best Of its knowledge and ability ?
II only humans would do as WELL" and
a sigh escaped her. for she had a way
ward son, and her heart was often
sad.
II was not long before the buff Coch-
in began to feel an impulse TO do the
into her experience.
Instead of going up on the roost with
the other fowls at night, she only
wanted to sit quietly on the nest where
she had laid her eggs. TO be sure
there was only a cold, white china
egg there but she brooded over IT, and
lowered it carefully, cluckng softly
and in the morning ruffling her feath
ers warnlngly when the other hens at
tempted to share the nest.
The bun Cochin's feathers rustled
and qulyered with maternal JOY, and
she spread herself out as If she already
felt the down brood under her wings
The mistress came out with the blue
china dish piled high with the COLDER
eggs. and the happy fowl clucked soft
ly as one by one they rolled into th,
nest in place Of the ugly imitation
egg.
All, but she was faithful Day ant
night she brooded and watched, anC
might have starved at her post had no
the mistress taken her from the nes
Tor necessary food and exercise.
In fha naxf hIooL lived the wilOWrf