CHAPTER V.

THREATENING INDICATIONS.

Another meeting was now called at the Statehouse, which was even more

fully attended than the first, and at which much more serious

indications of enthusiasm were apparent.

Old men, and middle-aged farmers, and florists, and agriculturists, and

live-stock breeders, from all parts of this and the neighboring states,

congregated together on this eventful occasion, and entered into the

debate with an earnestness worthy of so important and "glorious" a

cause.

Some of the speakers had by this time got to be so elated and so ardent

that they rehearsed all they knew, and some of them told of a great deal

more than themselves or anybody else had ever dreamed of, bearing upon

the subject of poultry-raising. But, really, the subject was an exciting

one, and the talkers were excusable; they couldn't help it!

Shades of morus multicaulis victims! Shadows of defunct tulip-growers!

Spirits of departed Merino sheep speculators! Ghosts of dead Berkshire

pig fanciers! Where were ye all on that eventful night, when six

hundred sober, "respectable" representatives of "the people" were

assembled within the walls of our time-honored state edifice upon Beacon

Hill, in serious and animated conclave, to decide the momentous question

that "hens _was_ hens," notwithstanding, nevertheless!

"Mr. President," exclaimed one of these gentlemen (whose speech was not

publicly reported, I think), "Mr. President, the times is propishus.

We're a-enterin' on a new ery. The _people_ is a-movin' in this 'ere

great, and wonderful, and extraordinary--I may say, Mr. President, this

'ere soul-stirrin' and 'lectrefyin--branch of interestin' rural

erconomy." (Applause, during which the speaker advanced a step or two

nearer to the presiding officer's desk, wiped his nose fiercely upon a

fiery-red bandanna handkerchief, and proceeded.)

"The world, Mr. President," he continued, "is a-growin' wiser ev'ry

day,--I may say ev'ry hour, Mr. President! Ay, sir, ev'ry minute." (Loud

applause, amid which one old gentleman in a bob-wig was particularly

vociferous.)

"I say, Mr. President, the people is a-growin' wiser continu'lly; and by

that expression, sir, I mean to convey the idee that they are a-gettin'

to know more, sir! Who will gainsay this position? Whar's the

man--whar's the er--individooal, sir--that'll stan' up 'ere to-night, in

this hallowed hall, under the shadder of this doom above our heads,

sir, in view of the great American eagle yender,--that 'bird of

promise,' sir,--and dispute the assertion that I now make, Mr.

President, as an American citizen, without fear and without reproach!"

(Deafening shouts of "Nobody! nobody _can_ dispute it!")

"No, _sir_! I think not, I wot not, I ventur' not, I cal'k'late _not_! I

say, Mr. President, it is no use for nun of us to contend agin the

mighty ingine of progress; 'nless we'd like to get our crowns mashed in

for our pains, sir. That's the way it 'pears to _me_; and I've no doubt

that this 'nlitened ordinance now present, sir, will agree with me on

_this_ p'int, and admit the truth that present indications, sir, p'int,

with strikin' force, to the proberble likelihood that the deeds begun

here to-night must be forever perpetooated hereafter, and that--a--they

will--er--go down, sir, to our children, and our children's children, _a

posteriori_, in the futur, forever!" ("Yes, yes!" and thundering

applause.)

"But, sir, the p'int at issoo seems to me to be clear as the broad-faced

sun on a cloudy day. I'm no speaker, sir. I am not the man, sir, that

goes about to proclaim on tops of houses! I'm a quiet citizen, and calls

myself one o' 'the people,' sir. But w'en the questions comes up of

_this_ natur',--w'en it 'pears to me to be so clear and so

transparent,--w'en the people goes abroad, sir, in their might,

and--er--and can't stay ter home,--w'en _such_ things occurs, sir, then

_I'm round_!" (Shouts of "Good! good! good!" the respectable old

gentleman in the bob-wig creating a cloud of dust about him with his

stamping and excited gestures.)

"Mr. President, I have a'most done----" ("No, no! Go on, go on!" from

all parts of the house.)

"No, sir; as I've said afore, I'm no speaker, an' I make no pretenshuns

to oraterry. I'm a plain man, sir; but I feel deeply interested in this

subject." (Nobody had yet ascertained what the "subject" was, because

the gentleman hadn't alluded to any.) "And, sir, I feel that I should be

unjust to myself and to this ordinance ef I did not say what I have,

sir. I go in for the poultry-breedin', sir, all over! Sir,

I love 'em, I love 'em,--an' who shall _dar'_

To chide me for lovin' and praisin' them _'are_?

"I love 'em, sir,--chickens or poultry,--dead or alive. My father afore

me loved 'em, sir; and I'm rejoiced to see the feelin's that's exhibited

here to-night. And, 'less anybody should suspect that I have ventured

upon these few remarks with mercenary motives, Mr. President (though

_perhaps_ no such suppersishun would animate no man's bosom), I will

state, sir, that I have no fowls to sell, sir,--none whatever. _No_,

sir! not a fowl! I'm a buyer, sir,--I want to _buy_," shouted the

excited man,--and he sat down amid the deafening plaudits of his

associates at this meeting, who fully appreciated his speech and his

palpable disinterestedness.

(_Item._--I found this gentleman the next day, and informed him that I

had heard of his destitution. I had understood that he had no poultry,

but was in search of _pure-blooded_ stock. Before night I had fully

supplied him with _genuine_ samples, at thirty dollars a pair, and no

"discount for cash.")

Before this meeting concluded, the prices of fowls, and eggs, and

feathers, were duly discussed, the details of which I will defer to the

next chapter.

But all the indications at this convention were really of a threatening

character; and it would have required the strength of several stout men

to have held certain of the speakers as they got warmed up, and rattled

away, for dear life, upon the advantages that must accrue to the nation,

in a thousand ways, from the encouragement of this epidemic, and the

certain, inevitable losses that must be sustained by "the people" if

they didn't go into this thing with a rush.

Most of these speakers, however, had fowls _for sale_!

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