Identifier: eveningsathomeor00inaiki (find matches)
Title: Evenings at home, or, The juvenile budget opened : consisting of a variety of miscellaneous pieces for the instruction and amusement of young persons
Year: 1839 (1830s)
Authors: Aikin, John, 1747-1822. cn Barbauld, Mrs. (Anna Letitia), 1743-1825. cn Corbould, Henry, 1787-1844. cn Heath, Charles, 1785-1848. cn
Subjects: Didactic fiction Conduct of life
Publisher: London : James Cornish & Co.
Contributing Library: University of Pittsburgh Library System
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day, and theducklings all directly ran into the pond, to thegreat terror of the hen, who went round andround, clucking with all her might in order tocall them out, but they did not regard her. Anold drake took the little ones under his care, andthey swam about very merrily. As Dolly this morning was milking the newcow that was bought at the fair, she kicked withher hind legs, and threw down the milk-pail, atthe same time knocking Dolly off her stool intothe dirt. For this offence the cow was sentencedto have her head fastened to the rack, and herlegs tied together. A kite was observed to hover a long while overthe yard with an intention of carrying off some ofthe young chickens; but the hens called theirbroods together under their wings, and the cocksput themselves in order of battle, so that the kitewas disappointed. At length, one chicken, notminding its mother, but straggling heedlessly toa distance, was descried by the kite, who madea sudden swoop, and seized it in bis talons. The
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JOURNAL.^ 51 chicken cried cut, and the cocks and hens allscreamed ; -when Ralph the farmers son, whosaw the attack, snatched up a loaded gun, andjust as the kite was flying off with his prey, firedand brought him dead to the ground, along withthe poor chicken, who was killed in the fall.Ihe dead body of the kite was nailed up againstthe wall, by way of warning to his wicked com-rades. In the forenoon we were alarmed with strangenoises approaching us, and looking out we saw anumber of people with frying pans, warmingpans, tongs, and pokers, beating, ringing, andmaking all possible din. We soon discoveredthem to be our neighbours of the next farm,in pursuit of a swarm of bees, which was hover-ing in the air over their heads. The bees atlength alighted on the tall pear-tree in our orchard,and bung in a bunch from one of the boughs. Aladder was got, and a man ascending with gloveson his hands and an apron tied over his head,swept them into a hive which was rubbed on theinside with honey

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