CHAPTER VII. 



ALAKMINa DEMONSTRATIONS. 



My premises were literally besieged with visitors, and 

 my fiimily attendants were worn out with answering the 

 door-bell summons, from morning till night. 



' ' Is Mr. B at home ? Can we see his Cochin-Chinas? 



Can we look at Mr. B ' s fowls ? Might we take a look at 



the chickens?" were th« questions from sun to sun again, 

 almost ; and I was absolutely compelled, in self-defence, to 

 send the fowls away from home, for a while, for the sake 

 of relief from the continual annoyances to which, in conse- 

 quence of having them in my yard, I was subjected. 



Fifteen, twenty, often forty callers in a single day, would 

 come to see my '.' magnificent " Cochin-China fowls. But 

 I sent them off, and then " the people " cried for them ! 



"Who's dead?" queried a stranger, passing my door 

 one day, and observing the carriages and vehicles standing 

 in a line along the front of my garden-fence. 



"Nobody, I guess," said another; "that's Mfhexe the 

 Cochin-Chinas are kept." 

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