him hurry up so promptly, remarked : " How well 

 he knows his name ! " So we called him Pezulu after 

 that. 



Whenever we got new fowls Pezulu became as dis- 

 tracted as a nervous man with a large family trying 

 to find seats in an excursion train. As soon as he saw 

 the oxen being brought up, and before any one had 

 called for the fowls, he would begin fussing and 

 fuming trying all sorts of dodges to get the hens 

 up to the waggons. He would crow and cluck-cluck 

 or kip-kip ; he would go a few yards towards the 

 waggons and scratch in the ground, pretending to 

 have found something good, and invite them to come 

 and share it ; he would get on the disselboom and 

 crow and flap his wings loudly ; and finally he would 

 mount on top of the coop and make all sorts of signals 

 to the hens, who took not the least notice of him. 

 As the inspanning went on he would get more and more 

 excited ; down he would come again not flying off, 

 but hopping from ledge to ledge to show them the 

 easy way ; and once more on the ground he would scrape 

 and pick and cluck to attract them, and the whole 

 game would be played over again and again. So 

 even with new fowls we had very little trouble, as old 

 Pezulu did most of the teaching. 



But sometimes Pezulu himself was caught napping 

 to the high delight of the boys. He was so nervous 

 and so fussy that they thought it great fun to play 

 tricks on him and pretend to go off and leave him 

 behind. It was not easy to do this because, as I say, 

 he did not wait to be called, but got ready the minute 



