Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1906-04-26
GREELEY GREETING.

Fine weather for seeding, just what
we've been needing.
Mrs. Sherman was q visitor at the
Martin Kness home Tuesday.
The Union Baptist people were de-
lighted with some sacred melodies
from Ernest Wright's monograph
Easter Sunday.
Mr.. Williams of south Greeley is
helping s. S. Berry put in his crops.
The Union Baptist aid society spent
very pleasant and profitable day at
the Anciaux home.
Mrs. Geo. Alt of near, Audubon
was a caller in Greeley Saturday,
the noon hour guest Of her parents.
We snatch from the lips of rumor
that Rev. Chas. Sloan of the Union
Baptist church has received call to
enter broader fields.
AN OLD RoOsTER's ADVENTURE.
! was chased in from the field one
summer day by Il frightful looking
cloud. | had stabbed the team and
was standing in the barn door listen
ing TO the music of the storm and
watching the bewildered fowls. One
old Plymouth Rock rooster had gone
on bug hunt far out on the meadow
and had been so absorbed in his
labOrs that he did not notice the APP
preaching storm until the rain began
to fall. He Immediately set out for
the coop as fast as his legs, OCCASION
ally aided by flop of his wings,
nd hn
was passing through the barn yard
the hail began to fall so rapidly as
TO cause him to turn aside and take
refuge under an old hay rack. This
was an inadequate shelter, as the hail
stones hit his toes and kept him dane
ing about SO that every now and then
his head would get out little too far
and meet a hail stone. He could see
the other chickens safely housed in
the coop, the door of which stood
open. lie compared his precarious
situation beneath the hay rack with
the safety of the coop. This caused
him To defy the storm and light out
for the coop. Then the hail fell SO
fast that it caused him to recall the
kindness Of the old hay rack: where
upon, he put back under the rack.
Again he compared the old hay rack
with the coop, which caused him to
make another attempt to reach the
coop. He had succeeded in covering
about one fourth of the distance when
hail stone about the size of hickory
nut gave him stunning blow on top
of the head. Again he changed his
mind and with dropping wings re-
turned TO the rack. But the hail kept
pounding his toes and grazing his
head. Evidently he was getting
grOggy and ratified. Soon another
resolution had accumulated, when
with an extra supply of determination
and courage he once more charged
against the storm and made for the
coop. Onward he pushed without
hesitation. "Bully boy" | cried che
Is going to succeed" But, ali! the
Fates decreed IL otherwise. for Just as
he was about to make his triumphant
entry into the coop, and reap his
coveted reward; namely, the applause
| from the crowd of old hens there
| gathered, Il gust of wind WhirleC
| around the corner and slammed the
door in his face. His darkest hour
| had come. He staggered back de.
| jected and daZed, after recovering his
| senses he, in Il disheartened way, start
ed for the old hay rack once more, but
ere he reached it the storm ceased anG
the sun burst through Il rift in the
clouds. What do you think that ole
| cock did? He Squinted one eye ut the
clouds, Mapped his wings, craned his
neck and crowed. This illustrate,
how great many people go through
the storms of life. just like a ratified
old rooster in a hail storm. They
sputter, fume and fret. Instead o
grasping opportunity by the forelocl
they make a mis-grab at its tail. Tn,
doorway to success is shut in theil
faces. They have accomplished littl,
or nothing, but they crow. neverthe
less, and strut arrOgantly about in tn,
sunshine of accidental mercy.
Hand in hand with winsome sprin.
'Mong the hills we stray
| Where the happy wild birds fling
Melodies away.
Busy hands beneath the soil
Making blossoms sweet
Tossing, as we sweat and toll,
Flowers at our feet.
can feel greater life
Urging me to rise
Dove the dust of sordid strife
Where hope never dies,