The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-04-30
BAD BOY ON A FARM,
He makes Experiments With an In-
 cubator and Some Gamecocks.

He makes Experiments With an In-
 cubator and Some Gamecocks.
 There is a farmer up in Westchester county who wishes that there wasn't any such member of the human family as the nephew who is so bad that he can't be kept in a boarding school and has to be sent to the country to learn how to behave himself. He has just such nephew stopping with him.
 This particular farmer makes speciality of raising very fine chickens, more for his own amusement than any thing else, and along with them he keeps few gamecocks. Of course, the game cocks are for his amusement, too, but that's another matter altogether.
 'Yes, I have some gamecocks,' he said the other day. What is more, everybody in the whole town knows it now. 1t all came about through that young fellow He isn't so very young, either-guess he turned 16 along with turning tricks on his poor old relatives.
 When he learned that was mighty fond of my hens and chickens he said he'd like to help me take care of them. I began right away to fear the worst, and I hit the nail on the head that time, too.
 Nothing would do but he had to take hand in running the incubator. I had about 300 of the finest half game and half Plymouth Rock eggs in the machine the other day that were ever laid by any hens on earth. I wouldn't have taken $1 900 for the lot.
 Well. I go away one day to see friend and the young cub he invites some of his young rascal friends around to see how my incubutor works. Some I how he got the idea that the eggs were | not matching out fast enough, so what | does he do but turn on the heat full blast to see wht would happen. That kid, he wasn't around when they were passing out brains, tell you. ] "Well, nothing happened that he could see, and pretty soon he got tired waiting to see the chickens hop out. | Guess I'll pinch one of the eggs, said he, and see if can't help one of | the chickens out
 "He did, and of course the egg was as I hard as rock. Couldn't be anything else. All of the rest of them were too. l The whele 200 were baked silly. And then he said he was sorry.
 ''I made him sorrier, you can bet But thrashing doesn't do this this kind any good. Some doctor ought to take out his brains and sift them, and if he was dead when the doctor got ready to put | 'em back it wouldn't make such an aW- full lot of difference as know of.
 But you haven't heard the worst yet You know what those game cocks of mine are. There aren't any finer in the state.
 Well, we go to church the other Sunday, and like the fools we were we left him behind. It makes me hot now to think of me singing in church about all the good things while that young cuss was at home wreaking devastation on my part whole chicken yard.
 He went around and summoned all his cronies-and a bad lot they are, toe to see some fun. Then what does he
 do but sneak out and let every game cock on the place into the big chicken yard.
 "Oh, it must have been fine! You car
 imagine what those roosters did to the
 rest of the flock. Why, there were
 enough feathers on the ground when
 got home from church to fill a dozer
 beds. And what young roosters as didn'
 have their poor little bodies all torn III
 were about as much use as a last year.
 birds nest.
 And then when he saw that younl
 roosters were no match for those fight
 CTS Of mine, he said he had a goot !, idea. Imagine good idea getting int that noodle of his; Well, he wen
 and got my eight turkeys and flret
 them in with the roosters. Oh, thos
 poor turkeys! They haven't got nerv , enough yet to get a decent gobble ou of their ribbed-up necks.
 . 'Uncle,' says he when see the mus , you ought to have been here and seel , the fun! Gee, but can't those littl , gamecocks fight"
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