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THE "ARGUS. SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1909.
mI&eI IsmsJ IsiMiaJ IsiMe
,Ey Katharine Hopkins Chapman.
iRS. GAINES called her little daughter to
Myj come sec the dear little chickabiddies that
Vr had hatched out during t'.ie 11:3111. Gracie
ran nnt in thi v.-rrl rr!-,! .-.f rinvthinty tn
play with while Iluh waj at school. For
the last two years this Lrothcr and si:t.r hed studied
under their mother, but this session Hugh was goin to
a "sure-enough" school, as Gracie would say. As they
lived on a farm, with no other children near, this left
Gracie very lonely.
' And even when Hugh was at home he seemed
changed, for he thought himself much wiser than his
sister now, and had heard the other boys say that it
wasn't nice to have a girl following a fellow all the
time. So while Gracie always looked forward eagerly
to Hugh's return from school, she was sometimes very
much disappointed. Therefore, she welcomed these
fluffy little chickens with great pleasure. Mrs. Gaines
had a basket into which she wished to put the four
little chicks that were already out, so the hen would
not trample them while the other eggs were hatching.
But neither the hen. nor the chickens knew that Mrs.
Gaines meant only kindness to them, so the chicks hid
under thel mother's ruffled feathers while she fussed
and pecked at a great rate.
; One by one, however, Mrs. Gaines got them all in
the basket, covered them with an old shawl and then
took them into the kitchen, where it was warm. ;
i "And now, Gracie," .she said, "we mubt pip them and
give them something to cat." ' '
-I "Pip them? What is that, Mama?"
;'"Look here," answered Mrs. Gaines, holding up a
little yellow fellow, "don't you see that rough place on
the end of his bill? That is to help him peck his way
out of the shell, but if it stays there it sometimes
grows so large that the chicken can't eat well ; so it is
better to pip them while they are young just this
way," she J added, as she pulled 'the little hard tip off
with her finger-nail.
"Ah, Mama, please let me do the others?" begged
"All right, but be very careful, for they are tender
.little things at first."
Gracie carefully pipped two more yellow ones, but
the last one was dark gray.
''That little fellow is pure Plymouth Rock," explained
..Gracie spent the morning coddling them, moving
them nearer or farther from the range, according to its
heat, and covering them up again and again. .
. When Hugh came from school Gracie could hardly
wait for him to finish his dinner before taking him out
to see her new companions. She explained the pipping
process with great pride, and picking up the dark one
aid, just as her mother had: "This one is a pure
Plymouth Rock !" though she hadn't much idea what
that meant exefpt that it was nice.
. "You mean a Puritan of Plymouth Rock," corrected
Hugh, who was anxious to show off his knowledge of
, "Oh, ; yes, of course, I suppose I meant that," con
sented Gracie. .
.But their mother who had come in just in time to
hear this last, soon told them the difference between
; the Pilgrims and a breed of fowls; still the dark
'chicken was called Puritan Plymouth Rock, which was
'soon shortened to Puritan Plym.
- "Have you looked under the hen. to see if she has
batched any iuore?" asked Hugh, after his mother had
finished. . - t
"JCo," raid Gracie, timidly, "I can't look under her,
she she bites!"
"Ch, pshaw! come on. I'll look,',), cried Hugh, grandly.
He did look and didn't cry even when the old hen
pecked him but boys' hands are so tough! He found
six more yellow chicks out of their shelLs so Mrs.
Gaines thought it best to take the hen off the nest, put
her in a coop and give her all the chickens before night
During the bright sunny days that . followed, the
anxious, busy hen and her brood of downy darlings",
helped Gracie pass a part of every morning pleasantly.
Perhaps it was because Puritan Plym's name, and color.,
were so easy to remember that he was her favorite.
Then, too, he was so full of life and ready-for adven
ture. The hen was in a coop, in and out of which the
chickens could easily run, while she watched for danger
and gave many warning clucks.
There was one place that interested Puritan Plym
more than all others. That was a large water-trough,
used by two little pigs in the next yard, which was
only shut oft by a wire netting. ,
Still Puritan Plym longed to sec into that mysterious
trough. Didn't the ducks swim around in there like
it was the nicest, safest place in the world?
"But they have webs cn their feet," argued Mrs. Hen.
Puritan Plym looked down at his long, skinny toes, and
, One -afternoon when Mrs. Ilea had' scratched and
clucked' and warned and scolded until she was tired,
she . settled down comfortably while the, little yellow
chicks cuddled about her or climbed her back to catch .
any stray bug or fly that bothered her.
All this was too tame for Puritan Tlym, so he ran
back and forth, hither and thither, and ever nearer to
that forbidden trough. Finally, when the pigs stretched
themselves out for a nap, he could resist no longer.
He squeezed through the wire netting, ran to the
trough, and after several trials he reached the rim.
When he looked into the clear, cold water, he was
surprised to see another chicken a dark-gray of about
his size already there, so he said "cheep-cheep" most
politely. Receiving no answer he said "cheep-cheep"'
again more sharply, and then decided to peck that fel
low wlio would not answer.
But just as he leaned over, those monsters, the pigs,
arose with grunts and snorts, Puritan Plym lost his
balance and fell headlong into the cold, deep water.
Mrs. Hen, who had just discovered her disobedient
son, began to cackLs, the pigs began to squeal with
pleasure at the thought of tender chicken for lunch,
and poor Puritan Plym was splashing wildly around
trying to keep his head above water, when Gracie ran
out and soon, saw the trouble. After what seemed an
age, but really just as soon as Gracie could unlatch
the gate and reach the trough, she drew out the Kalf
Then she ran with liim to the back porch,' snatched
up one. of the dish towels cook had washed out and
hung there to dry, and rubbed and wiped him well,
but he still shivered .and shook.. Then she put him
down in the. sun thinking he would run to his mother
tnd get warm under her wings, as she was clucking v
him to do. But his trembling legs 'refused to carry
him, and he sank Iown shaking Until "his teeth chat
tered" as Gracie afterward told Hugh.
She could not see her favorite die without another
effort to save him, so she hunted up the old shawl,
wrapped him snugly Li it and took him in the kitchen.
But. .the fire. .ys. out and the range almost cold, so
she put him inside the oven which was just warm
enough. Puritan Plym snuggled in the shawl and soon
changed his trembling squeaks to grateful murmurs.
Gracie was about to leave him when she noticed the
cat watching him hungrily, so she closed the oven door,
leaving only a crack for fresh air. ' ; .
, She was just starting into the house, to tell her
mother all about it, when Hugh called her to get up
behind him on the pony and go for a ride. She was
afraid to keep Hugh waiting, so she climbed up quickly,
and they jogged around until sunset. They were down
in the lot petting the pony after their return, when
Gracie' happened to notice smoke pouring out of the
kitchen chimney. '
"Oh, Hugh! Puritan Plym!" she cried in dismay,
"do you think cook took him out?" '
"No," shouted Hugh after Gracie; "no, I'm sure
he's baked by tins time."
But Gracie flew on and when she burst into the
kitchen, too breathless to ask, she opened the oven door
and out hopped Puritan Plym, who had just, found out
that warm things are nice, but hot things are horrid.
Soon he was safe and sound under his mother's wings
once more, telling her how horrible it. felt to be bathed
and baked, and promising he would never do it again.
Vain Little Patty
Some little; dolls played by a box '
.And touched a little hook.
The ltd flew back, a man, popped up
With a horridifcrous" loo!;'!
By Grace MacGowan Cooke.
UNT Jinsey was dressing the Randolph
children for Sunday-school, and Aunt
Jinsey was in a bad humor. America,
the junior nurse girl, was off to-day,
and the .old woman had the work of
both to 'do. Little Patricia made a
dozen trivial errands into her mother's
room to view, in the long mirror, her stiffly-starched
skirts and primly-tied blue sash.
"You dest like one dese hycr peacocks," the old
nurse grumbled. "You am't study 'bout nothin' but
spread out de tail o' yo' coat an' walk up an down."
Gentle little Patty was so unused to reproof that
her lip trembled as she replied, "Well you said my
mamma was the most beautiful
bride you ever dressed, and you're
always telling me to try to be like
"I Iuh !" snorted Aunt Jinsey,
"'dat's a gray horse o' 'nother
color. ' You wait tell you git to
be a young lady, an' bein' beauti
ful will be yo' business. Tain't
so now. Chillcns ought to be good
an' keep dey se'fs clean an' dat's
all what dey need. You dest like
de foolish peacock try in' to hurry
Yet the old negress looked rue
fully : at the tearful little face.
"There, now, you bad old Aunt
Jinsey!" stormed Pate. "You
made my sister cry and I just
hate you." .
- "I J1W7V rfiillpnt" T1iMfl
woman, "Aunt Tinsev ain't
mean to make anybody ; cry.
You be good little ladies an- geiw:
termens, an' T tell you'bout de
foolish peacock while we all git
tin' to de church house.
GOOD LORD, LOOK AT DE HOU-OU-OUSES !'
WHEN JINNY LEARNED
. TO SPEAK
The ancient and honorable donkey who had carried
little Patricia Randolph in her babyhood was to be
superseded by a Shetland pony, bought for Pate, the
"Never mind, Jinny," little Isabel comforted the disconsolate-looking
animal. "Never mind, honey," pre
senting a big bunch of sugar-cane, which was promptly
accepted, "I loves you. I'll love you when the Sheltie
comes, even if nobody else don't."
Jinny ate the sugar-cane, then solemnly raised her
big head and brayed for more. It was a trick the chil
dren had taught her; but, with a pony in prospect, it
seemed to them a rather uncouth one.
"That's why I dislike her most," Pate said scorn
fully. "She makes such an awful noise." Pate was to
have the pony, you remember.
"Dat dest what de Man say ayfter he go an' teach
his Jinny to speak," giggled America, the nurse girl.
"Oh, is it a tale?" asked the children. "Tell it to
us." For America's stories of animals were a stand
ing form of diversion with the Broadlands children.
"In de early times," America opened, "plumb back
dar in de beginnin' days, jinnies ain't had no speech.
De Man he own one, an' he say to de Woman, 'My
jinny, work, an' my jinny pull de plow; my jinny tote
me forth an' back; sheteat reg'lar, an' she drink rcg'
lar; but she carry a mournful countenance, an' she
ain't never spoke for to tell me her ruthers. I wusht
my jinny would find a voice.' ,
"Now, in dem days, hit dest. like hit is desc days an
times de old Woman got mo' sense dm de old Man.
She say to him, 'Ain't you always complainin' 'case I
talks too much? Better let well enough alone, an' be
glad dat yo'. jinny, cf she ain't speak to pleasure you,
also ain't speak to dis-pleasure you. .You git her to
talkin', she mought not be so easy to hush ez I is.'
"'Oh, you?' say de ol' Mar.. .'You allers talkin' 'bout
yo' ruthers an' my failin's 'course I ain't got no use
for yo' speech. , But my boss he nicker, my cow she
bawl, my dog bark when he please, my cat mew when
she displease, and I wants my jinny to find a voice I
"De Man study an' study 'bout dis hyer business, an'
he all de time believin' dat cf de jinny was right sur
prised she'd speak 'out. Dc old Man an' de Woman
live in de mountains, whar neighbors is few nn' fur
. between; he make up he mind. dat be.gwine carry, his
donkey to town, an' ax de doctors can dey give her a
voice. v -,.'
"De old Woman spoke ag'in dat ; she said her say ;
an' yit . she ain't persuaded him to give it up. So he
tuck an' tuck him a load o' sich truck as grows in de
mountains, an' hauled hit down to de town. De last
night he camp in de woods, an' by sun-up he come out
on de hill-top an' dar was de town de fust town
dat jinny ever see! She stand on top de hill an' look
at hit. She flop her years forth, an' flop her years
back. She look, an' she flop ; she flop, an she look.
" 'Speak up,' say de Man. 'What you studyin' 'bout ?
How you likes de town an de looks o' hit? Speak up.
my jinny. Ain't nary soul Trout to hycr ye but dest
me speak out yo' mind, my jinny I'
"Den de jinny find a voice. She say, dest like dis"
America threw up her hea,d, rolled her eyes and in
" 'Good Lord, look at de hou-ou-ouses ! Good Lord,
look at de hou-ou-ouses! Good Lord, look at de hou-ou-ouses
! Look at de hou-ou-ouses ! Look at de hou-ou-ouses!
Look at de hou-ou-ouses! In town in
The little Randolphs shouted with laughter. "That's
what our jinny says," Isabel confirmed; for America's
loud bawling tones had given a very funny imitation
of a donkey's bray, the final "In town in town!" be
ing grunted out exactly as the donkey always closes
Reminded of her promise in the carriage, Aunt Jin
sey began : "Once 'pon a time dey wuz a young pea-,
cock, an' he went to a neighbor's house an' seed some
mighty fine ol' birds spreadin' out dey tails an' struttin '
up an' down in de sunshine. He look' at dese hyer
fine birds, he did, an' he stretch 'round see is he got
any tail an he ain't got much. Den he run straight
home to he mammy, an' holler:
'"Make yo' farewells to me, mammy; 'case I gwine
up to de big house to tell de cook to .wring my neck
an' put me in de pot !'
"Mammy Peacock mighty put bout by dis. "What
all dis foolishness?' she say. 'Dat cook up dar likely
'nough tclkill you widout yo' axin' her.'
'"Oh, mammy, an' oh, mammy!' say dat young pea-
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see peacocks wid great tails like fans. Dey spread-
dem fans out in Ae sun. an pvprv no in irAArr x
look at me. Den, mammy, I try to spread my tail
but I ain't got no tail to spread. Oh, Mammy Pea
cock Mammy Peacock! I wisht I wuz dead, I don't
look one speck better dan what you does an' I wisht
I wuz dead !'
"You knows, honey," explained the old woman, "dat .
de peahens ain't so fine lookin' as -de peacocks. But
dis kind o' talk make ol' Mammy Peacock most mon
strous mad. She givedat young peacock a slap side
de jaw. 'You don't look better dan what I does heh?
say Mammy Peacock. 'Well,' she say, .'how much bet- :
ter does you want to look dan yo' - own hatched ;
mammy?' " ' :
"tt:v ii :t, r t .... j.
sorter dodgin'. 'You dest a hen, an' has to be like
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or 1 wants to die. 1 is try, an I is try, to look, dat-er-wpyfjan'
I dest cain't. So now I gwine up de hill an''
tell de cook to kill me.' . ;
"Mammy Peacock give dat boy a taste o' her slipper
she donctscefyoung birds ack dat-er-way before now.
'You go to scratching up de ground for worms dat's
yo business in dis world. You quit tryin' to look like
anybody but yo'self. Yo' tail will come when hit come,
she say. , .
'VVell, den. dat young peacock tuck to scratcliin' for
worms an' waitin' on his mammy, an' he plumb fergit
all 'bout tails an'
sich like foolish
ness. 'Course he
knowed dat h i s
feathers wuz grow
in' long an' bright;
but he put in his
time scratch in' for
worms, aii' tryin
to git de corn 'way
from d e other
fowls, like his
mammy told liira
to . do, an' larnin'
all kinds o' good
"Now mind dis
part de tale, Miss
Patty, honey dis what I want you to study "bout
"One day dat peacock went over to dat same neigh
bor's 'crost de hill once mo'. , Hit wuz a fine day, an
he feel right good. When he seen de other peacocks,
he commence to spread he tail an' strut, dest like dey
was doin'. Den dem other peacocks holler out to
gether,.'Oh, ain't he fine! Hyer come de king o' pea
. cocks to visit us!" .
"He wuz shore 'nuff des de finest bird dat ever had
'peared in dem parts fo' cr long stretch. Hit took
time to make him in all his glory but, no wuth while
peacock ain't growed in cr minute nohow. Des memor
ize dis, sweetey peacocks, ter b's puffeck, has des got
to be patient and do des exackly dem things dat makes
theh feathers come out de bestcst-
"Hit dest dat-er-way, little gal. Ef you leave off
thinkin' "bout yo' looks in dese days an times, an' goes
to work an' does what yo ma an Aunt Jinsey tells
you to do, weddcr hit's lessons in de book or keepin'
yo' face an' hands clean, some day you gwine be dest
like dat young peacock you .wake up an find dat you
is de queen o' beauty dest like yo' ma shore wuz
when Jinsey pinned on her wed Jin' veil." ,
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MAMMY PEACOCK GIVE DAT
BOY A TASTE o' HEX SUPPER.
' BETTER LET WELL EXOUCH ALONE,
. . , . SAY DE OLD WOMAN. " , ' -
"Dat dest what all jinnies been sayin from, dat time
on," America agreed ; "but. the Man ain't like it now
he got it. ; He dest like. Ma'rse Fate! He say he wu'sht
his jinny hadn't found her voice. ' An' de Woman, she
say 'I done told you so!' dest like she do dese days
an' times."- -
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