THE STORY OF THE SACRED COW

Vesty came next day at evening, but she took pains to be found in

company with almost the entire Basin.

I was so much better that I was able to be about and receive my guests;

at sight of Uncle Coffin even the maimed hand seemed to tingle

healthily. He marched me to a chair with an ostentation of violence,

that really treated me, however, with the softest gentleness, and sat

me down.

"Dodrabbit ye!" he cried, standing off and regarding me. "What ye been

a-doin' of, you young smashin', slashin', cavortin'-all-around young

spark, you!"

"Well," said I, naturally feeling rakish after this, "I will tell you.

Miss Pray had a brood of chickens come off unseasonably to-day, who

desired particularly and above all things, having taken a general

outlook on life, not to live. Under Miss Fray's directions I have been

amusing myself with trying to defeat that purpose. I have watched for

any signs of hope in their world-disgusted eyes, dipped their unwilling

beaks in food, put chips upon their backs to help them maintain an

earthly equilibrium--so little desired by them, however, that oftener

they have toppled over and turned their infantile legs entreatingly

upward; but I have conquered; they live."

"Wal, neow," said Captain Leezur, my chiefest admirer, "ef you ain't a

case to describe anything in natur'! Ef I had you areound I shouldn't

never want no dagarrier of a sick chicken, for you'd call 'em right up

afore me!"

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