When you wish to raise a fine, large, donkey voiced
Shanghai rooster, you do it with a lasso, just as
you would a bull. It is because he must choked,
and choked effectually, too. It is the only good,
certain way, for whenever he mentions a matter which
he is cordially interested in, the chances are ninety-nine
in a hundred that he secures somebody else’s
immediate attention to it too, whether it day or night.
The Black Spanish is an exceedingly fine bird and
a costly one. Thirty-five dollars is the usual
figure and fifty a not uncommon price for a specimen.
Even its eggs are worth from a dollar to a dollar
and a half apiece, and yet are so unwholesome that
the city physician seldom or never orders them for
the workhouse. Still I have once or twice procured
as high as a dozen at a time for nothing, in the dark
of the moon. The best way to raise the Black
Spanish fowl is to go late in the evening and raise
coop and all. The reason I recommend this method
is that, the birds being so valuable, the owners do
not permit them to roost around promiscuously, they
put them in a coop as strong as a fireproof safe and
keep it in the kitchen at night. The method I
speak of is not always a bright and satisfying success,
and yet there are so many little articles of vertu
about a kitchen, that if you fail on the coop you can
generally bring away something else. I brought
away a nice steel trap one night, worth ninety cents.
But what is the use in my pouring out my whole intellect
on this subject? I have shown the Western New
York Poultry Society that they have taken to their
bosom a party who is not a spring chicken by any means,
but a man who knows all about poultry, and is just
as high up in the most efficient methods of raising
it as the president of the institution himself.
I thank these gentlemen for the honorary membership
they have conferred upon me, and shall stand at all
times ready and willing to testify my good feeling
and my official zeal by deeds as well as by this hastily
penned advice and information. Whenever they
are ready to go to raising poultry, let them call
for me any evening after eleven o’clock.
EXPERIENCE OF THE McWILLIAMSES WITH MEMBRANOUS CROUP
[As related to the author of this book by Mr. McWilliams,
a pleasant New York gentleman whom the said author
met by chance on a journey.]
Well, to go back to where I was before I digressed
to explain to you how that frightful and incurable
disease, membranous croup,[Diphtheria D.W.] was ravaging
the town and driving all mothers mad with terror, I
called Mrs. McWilliams’s attention to little
Penelope, and said:
“Darling, I wouldn’t let that child be
chewing that pine stick if I were you.”
“Precious, where is the harm in it?”
said she, but at the same time preparing to take away
the stick for women cannot receive even the most palpably
judicious suggestion without arguing it, that is married
women.
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