The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1907-06-11

- 80 smiling when / see one =
hose relics - we olden times iHes
look So natural and they taste !uNs
IKE they diI when. as a chhd' / -.
to scra.e the pot. AFTER me 900 "
tilIed her dishes. What a treat W.
fhst 70 a boy, / am sorry Tor any
chan that never h: the privilege Of
taking a spoon and dishing OUT tAe
pastry the cook left 1t was a iole-
taste Of what the dishes cohsa
and tasted all the better Tor me feasoH
that. about that time o. TIE daS 10
hoy was getting mighty hungry
saw one OF those old time chicken
pies. not long ago.-it was u me o"e
too-and felt just Ike asking ths
lady OF the house. il anybody ma
scraped the pot. Ihe PIE - - !.
right. and. when tried, 1 iouhi y
was ali right: but l could not help
X how nice il would nave pe'a
to have sat down by the pot ana gwen
il an old fashioned mere
are two kinds OF chicken pies Inc
nan pic in which the chicken. with
plenty of butter and other fxlnBS.
baked between two crusts. is q very
good one: but the pie that l IKE I
hest. and the one that all the chiidren
we're fondest Of, was the pot pic =
plenty of chicken and plenty or pastry.
That's the kind / am thinking about
now-and the thought makes raN
mouth water, while a hungry feeling
comes all over me.
II was the custom when / was a bog
10 have a big chicken pie-and that
was n pic sure erough-on the day
the crop was laid by" when all the
plowing and hoeing had been finished,
and a season of rest began. PloWs
and hoes and harness We're stored
away, and the hard worked men n
beasts had nothing to do, for a few
days, but eat and drink and enjoy life
Yes, that was a chicken pie, right.
The big pot was used FOR that coca
sion and many chickens lost thelr
heads that the pot might be filed:
for all. white and black. a earned
a feast. and it would have been al
most q crime not to have filled every
plate. time and again, until the an
swer from each would be: pie a
plentyi'
Another custom prevailed in our
ne~ighborhood. which the women en-
couraged-and h a was, to treat one
who killed a hawk, to a chicken pie,
That custom was popular, and led u
the death Of many q hawk; for, as be-
fore intimated, those old time pies
We're worth a fellows effort to put a
hawk out of the chicken business.
1 killed several hawks and each
time a chicken pie was the reward.
Once, when a mere lad. l found a
great owl perched on the limb of a
l 4 e. y 4 ht6I IN L ~
and to tell the truth about it, / vas
afraid of the thing; and, but for the
fact that my dog was near me, I'm
not SO ure but what / might have
retired and left his owlship On his
perch. But the dog didn't seem to be
at all alarmed. Notwithstanding the
owl made a noise as if gritting his
teeth, and looked upon us as if he
could chew US up, and it wouldn. t
take much to make him do it. What
eyes he had, and what a savage look
ing bill! My little gun was loaded
with small shot, and I feared to shoot
them at him lest Ia make him mad
and the very worst might happen.
both with me and the dog. But, fin
ally l got behind a big oak and ak
ing a steady aim l fired. The owl,
as it seemed to me, came futterin-
right toward me-indeed I think he
made the effort to attack me. But
my shot had broken a wing, and he
fell to the ground, a few feet from
me. And what a monster he appear
ed 70 be! The dog beyed him, but
Kept we'll out of his way. was
afraid to risk a battle with a stick.
lor ne was mad and, as / thought.
uared me to come within his reach.
AS quickly as I could. [ loaded nv
gun and taking a sure aim, 1 sent the
shot through his heaG.
1t was q load to carry that owl
home; but, what a hero I was when T
iald him down in the yard, and father
ana mother came out to see what r
mad done! From tip to tip that owl
measured seven feet; and my mother
Was confident that with those great
claws he had carried off MANY = grown
fowl even ducks and geese.
Inc We're invited to come
over ana help eat the pie-the pie
tnat a ten year old boy had so clori-
ous1y won. OIL
10 this day I'm a lover of chick en-
pies; but sad to say. I'm too old ~
hunt hawks and kill owls. BY doing
Whlch | might get pie now and then
frequently, however, some good GA
tlne sister makes one, when I'm going
around. and, as, when a boy, I gener.
any ask Tor a second helping
Just as l finished writing tba loct
sentence, dinner was announce ana
70 my establishment, | found on nv
own table, what do you uppose YES
II was one of the "old fashioned" and
Just as good a chicken pie as 49,.
maze IN my boyhOod days. We had
company and it would not do for NJ
70 express surprise; but. am crro
sald the best grace, that our little
fa1nlly had heard for a long time T
couon help 1t, the pie looked 50 good.
ana II filled a dish that extended ba1f
across the table. Wife had other GOOD
Things, but l partook of them snarineiU.
that l might save space. was piad
Wnen one or the visitors said some
thlng about the pie, as it gave mo tho
opportunity to express my feelings.
Wlfe was raised on a farm ana ~.
a mother who taught by precept and
and, one of the things tangbt
ner was how to make a chicken nia
as the mothers and grandmotherc
used TO make them. But the trouble
is the chicken roost is so high. it's onIy
now ana then we can get hold of one
I've said quite but 7 oar
not dismiss so interesting a subject
without lacking on a verse. written nv
an unknown author who deserves >
slab on which a big pie should he
carved:
"A chicken baked does mighty well
And hard to beats a chicken frv.
But nothing ere to mOrtals fell.
That's equal to a chicken pie ,,
Shakespeare might have said nret-
tier things, but he never wrote anv-
thing that came nearer expressing my
views.
Some two or three years ago nv
garden looked like a young walnut
grove. Walnut bushes came uD all
over it, and l could not account for II
exc pit upon the supposition, that the
walnuts were brought into nv garden
in tho o0nnr T hn,,- =