As Mrs. Bob truly said, it was no earthly use to get something new for Jericho, even if she could afford it; for the goat browsed all over him, and had been known to carry away even a leg of his trousers.
Jericho Bob was eight years old, and the friend of his bosom, Julius Caesar Fish, was nine. They were both of a lovely black; a tallow-dip couldn"t take the kink out of their hair, and the hardest whipping did not disturb the even cheerfulness of their spirits. They were so much alike that if it hadn"t been for Jericho"s bow-legs and his turn-up nose, you really could not have told them apart.
A kindred taste for turkey also united them.
In honor of Thanksgiving day Mrs. Bob always sacrificed a hen which would, but for such blessed release, have died of old age. One drumstick was given to Jericho, whose interior remained an unsatisfied void.
Jericho Bob had heard of turkey as a fowl larger, sweeter, and more tender than hen; and about Thanksgiving time he would linger around the provision stores and gaze with open mouth at the n.o.ble array of turkeys hanging, head downward, over bushels of cranberries, as if even at that uncooked stage, they were destined for one another. And turkey was his dream.
It was spring-time, and the hens were being a credit to themselves. The goat in the yard, tied to a stake, was varying a meal of old shoe and tomato-can by a nibble of fresh green gra.s.s. Mrs. Bob was laid up with rheumatism.
"Jericho Bob!" she said to her son, shaking her red and yellow turban at him, "Jericho Bob, you go down an" fetch de eggs to-day. Ef I find yer don"t bring me twenty-three, I"ll--well, never mind what I"ll do, but yer won"t like it."
Now, Jericho Bob meant to be honest, but the fact was he found twenty-four, and the twenty-fourth was so big, so remarkably big.
Twenty-three eggs he brought to Mrs. Bob, but the twenty-fourth he sinfully left in charge of the discreet hen.
On his return he met Julius Caesar Fish, with his hands in his pockets and his head extinguished by his grandfather"s fur cap.
Together they went toward the hen-coop and Julius Caesar Fish spoke, or rather lisped (he had lost some of his front teeth):
"Jericho Bobth, that "th a turkey"th egg."
"Yer don"t say so?"
"I think i"th a-goin" ter hatch." No sooner said than they heard a pick and a peck in the sh.e.l.l.
"Pick!" a tiny beak broke through the sh.e.l.l. "Peck!" more beak. "Crack!"
a funny little head, a long, bare neck, and then "Pick! Peck! Crack!"
before them stood the funniest, fluffiest brown ball resting on two weak little legs.
"Hooray!" shouted the woolly heads.
"Peep!" said turkeykin.
"It"s mine!" Jericho shouted excitedly.
"I"th Marm Pitkin"th turkey"th; she laid it there."
"It"s mine, and I"m going to keep it, and next Thanksgiving I"m going ter eat him."
"Think your ma"ll let you feed him up for thath?" Julius Caesar asked, triumphantly.
Jericho Bob"s next Thanksgiving dinner seemed destined to be a dream.
His face fell.
"I"ll tell yer whath I"ll do," his friend said, benevolently; "I"ll keep "m for you, and Thanksgivin" we"ll go halvth."
[Ill.u.s.tration: JERICHO BOB AND JULIUS CaeSAR FISH PLANNING THEIR THANKSGIVING DINNER.]
Jericho resigned himself to the inevitable, and the infant turkey was borne home by his friend.
Fish, Jr., lived next door, and the only difference in the premises was a freight-car permanently switched off before the broken-down fence of the Fish yard; and in this car turkeykin took up his abode.
I will not tell you how he grew and more than realized the hopes of his foster-fathers, nor with what impatience and antic.i.p.ation they saw spring, summer, and autumn pa.s.s, while they watched their Thanksgiving dinner stalk proudly up the bare yard, and even hop across the railroad tracks.
But, alas! the possession of the turkey brought with it strife and discord.
Quarrels arose between the friends as to the prospective disposal of his remains. We grieve to say that the question of who was to cook him led to blows.
It was the day before Thanksgiving. There was a coldness between the friends which was not dispelled by the bringing of a pint of cranberries to the common store by Jericho, and the contributing thereto of a couple of cold boiled sweet potatoes by Julius Caesar Fish.
The friends sat on an ancient wash-tub in the back yard, and there was a momentary truce between them. Before them stood the freight-car, and along the track beyond an occasional train tore down the road, which so far excited their mutual sympathy that they rose and shouted as one man.
At the open door of the freight-car stood the unsuspecting turkey, and looked meditatively out on the landscape and at the two figures on the wash-tub.
One had bow-legs, a turn-up nose, and a huge straw hat. The other wore a fur cap and a gentleman"s swallow-tail coat, with the tails caught up because they were too long.
The turkey hopped out of the car and gazed confidingly at his protectors. In point of size he was altogether their superior.
"I think," said Jericho Bob, "we"d better ketch "im; to-morrow"s Thanksgiving. Yum!"
And he looked with great joy at the innocent, the unsuspecting fowl.
"Butcher Tham "th goin" ter kill "im for uth," Julius Caesar hastened to say, "an" I kin cook "im."
"No, you ain"t. I"m goin" to cook "im," Jericho Bob cried, resentfully.
"He"s mine."
"He ain"th; he"th mine."
"He was my egg," and Jericho Bob danced defiance at his friend.
The turkey looked on with some surprise, and he became alarmed when he saw his foster-fathers clasped in an embrace more of anger than of love.
"I"ll eat "im all alone!" Jericho Bob cried.
"No, yer sha"n"t!" the other shouted.
The turkey fled in a circle about the yard.
"Now, look yere," said Julius Caesar, who had conquered. "We"re goin" to be squar". He wath your egg, but who brought "im up? Me! Who"th got a friend to kill "im? Me! Who"th got a fire to cook "im? Me! Now you git up and we"ll kitch "im. Ef you thay another word about your egg I"ll jeth eat "im up all mythelf."
Jericho Bob was conquered. With mutual understanding they approached the turkey.
"Come yere; come yere," Julius Caesar said, coaxingly.
For a moment the bird gazed at both, uncertain what to do.