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Faith angrily retorted that she guessed God know what length to make a rooster's tail. They did not "speak" for a day over this. Mary treated Una's hairless, one-eyed doll with consideration; but when Una showed her other prized treasure a picture of an angel carrying a baby, presumably to heaven, Mary declared that it looked too much like a ghost for her.
Ballard, Rooster's uncle, was said to make his lordship some allowance. As for Jack Belsize: how he lived; how he laughed; how he dressed himself so well, and looked so fat and handsome; how he got a shilling to pay for a cab or a cigar; what ravens fed him; was a wonder to all. The young men claimed kinsmanship with one another, which those who are learned in the peerage may unravel.
"Heaven knows that I've got a torment in this monster of a rooster," said the gentleman. "Driver, rid me of it, toss it into the middle of the herds of cows and oxen; perhaps some bull will stick its horns through it and relieve us." The coachman seized the rooster and flung it among the herds. You ought to have seen the rooster's delight.
The night was gone. Jeff leaned his burning temple against the window-frame with a feeling akin to physical sickness. He was tired dead tired; but he knew that he could not sleep now. The world was waking. From the farmyard round the corner of the house there came the flap of wings and the old rooster's blatant greeting to the dawn. In another half-hour the whole place would be stirring.
His grain supply for the Shanghai had completely run out, too, and the colored man divided his own poor rations with his pet. "And the rooster's that lean he wouldn't be anything but skin and bone if we killed and cooked him," Jack wickedly proposed. Wash looked upon his young friend in extreme horror. "Eat Buttsy?" he finally gasped. "Why Massa Jack! I'd jest as lief eat a baby dat I would!"
Much this land mattered to him now, the earth in whose bowels he had left the sweat of his body and the strength of his limbs!... His son was all he had, the fruit of a late marriage, and he was a sturdy youth, as industrious and taciturn as his father; a soldier of the soil, who required neither orders nor threat to fulfil his duties; ready to awake at midnight when it was his turn to irrigate his land and give the fields drink under the light of the stars; quick to spring from his bed on the hard kitchen bench, throwing off the covers and putting on his hemp sandals at the sound of the early rooster's reveille.
"The rooster's right!" thought the farmer. With that he jumped out of the coffin, picked up a stick, and gave his wife a sound beating. "So you'd kill your husband just to satisfy your curiosity, would you?" he shouted angrily. "Very well, then! Take this and this and this! And if your curiosity is still unsatisfied I'll give you some more!" "Stop! Stop! Stop!" cried the wife.
And he sez: "If some Egyptian come to Jonesville and wanted a rooster's tail feather, we wouldn't say nuthin' aginst it." But I sez: "This is different; this would spile the looks of the ostriches." And he said there wuz sunthin' said in the Bible about "spilin' the Egyptians."
He had made money out of his melons, and next year would have been able to send a good many to Pittsburgh. As he turned to leave the little garden in which he took such pride, he heard an old rooster's challenge in his chicken-yard, which had been another means of money-making. He went back and opened the door, leaving the fowl their liberty.
"Though I haven't anybody I could let stand near and hold the rooster's wings so he wouldn't crow." "I could do that," offered George. "My rooster likes me." "Yes, I suppose he does," agreed the stage manager. "But you have to recite a piece in the play, George, and your rooster might start to crow when you were reciting."
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