Democratic Sentinel, Volume 8, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 November 1884 — Aggressive Poultry. [ARTICLE]

Aggressive Poultry.

Sister Grimes, after hearing the announcement from the pulpit of the annual camp-meeting, at once determined to go. “Es the weather parmits,” she said to her friend, Miss Simpkins, “and Providence is willin’, I shall go an’ stay through the meetin’.” Accordingly the ancient hair trunk was packed and Sister Grimes set out. The first few miles were uneventful and were passed in counting the telegraph poles and musing upon the infinite. Suddenly a change came over the spirit of her dreams. She sat upright, with a startled expression, which soon changed to one of indignation. Suddenly she faced about, and addressing a mild-looking man with a white neck-cloth who sat behind her, inquired in a voice of terror: “What do you mean by insulting me in this manner?” “Indeed, madam ” “You needn’t indeed, madam, me. You know you did it, and you needn’t deny it, you sanctimonious old hypocrite.” “Pray excuse me, madam, but ” “I won’t excuse you, you reprobate. ” “What is the matter, madam?” inquired the conductor, who was attracted by Miss Grimes’ indignant tones. “Why, this old sinner has been insulting me. ” “What has he done, madam?” “He has—well, he has been pinching my ank- that is, my feet.” “Ma<?am,” said the solemn-looking man, “what a monstrous fabrication.” “Suppose you arise for a moment,” suggested the conductor. “There, he’s just done it again!” screamed Sister Grimes. “Bless my soul!” ejaculated the accused. Sister Grimes leaped from her seat to the aisle, with fire in her eye, and the conductor pulled from beneath the seat a large bag, from a hole in which protruded the head of a large gamecock, glaring fiercely about and lunging with his powerful beak at whatever lay near. “Madam,” said the solemn-looking man, “you see it was your own wretched bird £hat has done the mischief. You have accused an innocent man of a heinous offense, while you, yourself, are on your wav to attend a cock-fight. Thus it is that Satan betrays his followers.”— Boston Globe.