DRIVING A HEN,

Dunstan Times, Issue 763, 1 December 1876, Page 3

DRIVING A HEN,

When a woman has a hen to drive into the coop, she takes hold of her hoops with both hands, and shakes them qnictly toward the delinquent, and says, “ Shew, there !” The hen takes one look at the object, to convince herself that it’s a woman, and then stalks majestically into the coop, in perfect disgust of the sex. A man don’t do that way, lie goes out of doors and says, “It is singular nobody in this house can drive a hen but myself.” And; picking up a stick of wood, hurls it at the offending bipod, and observes, “ Get in there, you thief.” The hen immediately loses her reason, and dashes to the opposite end of the yard. The man straightway dashes after her. She comes back again with her head down, her wings out, and followed by an assortment of stove-wood, fruit-cans, and coal-clinkers, with a much-puffing and very mad man in the rear. Then she skims up on the stoop, and under the barn, and over a fence or two, and around the house, and back again to the coop, all thewhile talking as only an excited bon can talk, and all the while followed by things convenient for handling, and by a man whoso coat is on the sawbuck, and whose hat is on ths ground, and whose perspiration and profanity appear to have no limit. By this time the other hens have come out to take a hand in the debate, and help dodge the missiles—and then the man says every lien on the place shall be sold in the morning, and puts on his things and goes down the street, and the woman dons her hoops, and has every one of those hens housed and contented in two minutes, and the only sound hoard on the promises is the hammering by the eldest boy as ho mends the broken pickets.—Life in Danbury.