_Mrs. R._ And them that was hatched out, some took to takin’ the gaps, and some the pip, and one ailment or other, till they most all died.
_Mrs. S._ Well I reckon there must be somethin’ in the season this year, that an’t good for fowls; for Larkin Goodman’s brother Jimme’s wife’s aunt Penny, told me, she lost most all her fowls with different sorts of ailments, the like of which she never seed before—They’d jist go ’long lookin’, right well, and tilt right over backwards, (_Mrs. B._ The law!) and die right away, (_Mrs. R._ Did ever!) with a sort o’ somethin’ like the blind staggers.
_Mrs. B._ I reckon they must have eat somethin’ didn’t agree with them.
_Mrs. S._ No they didn’t, for she fed ’em every mornin’ with her own hand.
A short pause ensued, which was broken by Mrs. Barney, with—“And brother Smith married Mournin’ Hooer!” It came like an opiate upon my senses, and I dropt asleep.
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