Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag

Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag

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Excerpt: 'Oh! what can I do?' screamed the distracted hen. 'Nothing, ma'am; it's fatal.' And the doctor Pg 136 waddled on to visit Dame Partlet's son, who was ill of the pip. 'My child, my child! don't flap and stagger so! Let me hold you! Taste this mint-leaf! Have a drop of water! What shall I do?' As poor Mrs. Cluck sighed and sobbed, her unhappy child went scuffling about on her back, gasping and rolling up her eyes in great anguish, for she had eaten too much of the fatal salt, and there was no help for her. When all was over they buried the dead chicken under a currant bush, covered the little grave with chickweed, and the bereaved parent wore a black string round her leg for a month. Blot, 'the last of that bright band, ' needed no mourning for she was as black as a crow. This was the reason why her mother never had loved her as much as she did the others, who were all Pg 137 white, gray, or yellow. Poor little Blot had been much neglected by every one; but now her lonely mamma discovered how good and affectionate a chicken she was, for Blot was a great comfort to her, never running away or disobeying in any way, but always close to her side, ready to creep under her wing, or bring her a plump bug when the poor biddy's appetite failed her. They were very happy together till Thanksgiving drew near, when a dreadful pestilence seemed to sweep through the farm-yard; for turkeys, hens, ducks, and geese fell a prey to it, and were seen by their surviving relatives featherless, pale, and stiff, borne away to some unknown place whence no fowl returned. Blot was waked one night by a great cackling and fluttering in the hen-house, and peeping down from her perch saw a great hand glide along the roost, clutch her beloved mother by the leg, and pull her off, Pg 138 screaming dolefully, 'Good-by, good-by, my darling child!' Aunt Cockletop pecked and croaked fiercely; but, tough as she was, the old biddy did not escape, and many another amiable hen and gallant...
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  • Paperback | 38 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 86g
  • United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236717260
  • 9781236717269