CHAPTER IV.
HUNTING HENS’ NESTS.

THERE was no task so pleasant to me,
while I lived on a farm, as hunting hens’
nests. Feeding the chickens, and taking
care of the cosset lambs, gave me almost
as much pleasure, but not quite, I think.
There was something exciting about the
business of exploring the barn, the wood
house, and the entire premises, in fact,
and being rewarded, after a noisy out-