The Curly-Haired Hen

Auguste Vimar
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Title: The Curly-Haired Hen
Author: Auguste Vimar
Release Date: August 27, 2004 [EBook #13302]
Language: English
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[Illustration: Yollande appears emerging from her shroud.]

THE CURLY-HAIRED HEN
TEXT AND ILLUSTRATIONS
BY
A. VIMAR
TRANSLATED BY
NORA K. HILLS

CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
Mother Etienne's Farm
CHAPTER II
A Mother's Devotion
CHAPTER III
Yollande's Trousseau
CHAPTER IV
Father Gusson's Secret
CHAPTER V
Sir Booum Calls upon Mother Etienne
CHAPTER VI

The Separation
CHAPTER VII
Sir Booum's Circus
CHAPTER VIII
Mother Etienne's Dream
CHAPTER IX
Mother Etienne's Fortune
CHAPTER X
Triumph of the Ointment
CHAPTER I
MOTHER ETIENNE'S FARM
"Oh Grandfather, tell us a story, do. You know, the one you began the
other evening about Mother Etienne's big farm. You remember. The
weather is so bad and we can't go out. Go on, Grandfather, please."
Coaxingly the three children clung round their grandfather, looking at
him beseechingly. He adoring the children as he did, loved to hear them
plead.
At last he began:
Since you have been very good, and you want it so much, I will tell you
the wonderful story of Mother Etienne's farm and the still more
wonderful story of what happened to one of its occupants.
Love animals, my children, be kind to them, care for them, and you
will surely have your reward.

Mother Etienne was a good stout woman with a very kind heart. While
still young she was so unfortunate as to lose her husband and her son of
whom she was very fond. This made her, as you can imagine, very,
very sad. She wouldn't listen to any new offers of marriage though she
had plenty of them. Instead, she devoted her life, her whole existence,
to the attentive, nay I ought to say, the maternal care, of the animals on
her farm, making them as comfortable as could be.
She had, as I said before, a most excellent heart, the good Mother
Etienne. You shall see that presently.
This good woman then lived on her big farm, very spacious and
admirably situated. A slate roof covered the large house; the granaries,
stables and outhouses were sheltered by old thatching upon which grew
moss and lichen.
Let me tell you now, dear children, who were the chief occupants of the
farm. First there was big "Coco"--a fine Normandy horse--bay-coloured
and very fat, whose silky coat had a purple sheen; he had a star on his
forehead and a pink mark between his eyes. He was very gentle and
answered to the voice of his mistress. If Mother Etienne passed by his
stable he never failed to scent her and whinnied at once. That was his
way of showing his friendliness and saying,
"Good morning."
His good mistress spoiled him with all sorts of dainties. Sometimes a
crust of bread, sometimes a handful of carrots, but what he loved best
of all was sugar. If you had given him a whole loaf he would soon have
eaten it up.
Coco had for stable companions three fine Swiss cows. Their names
were La Blonde, Blanchotte, and Nera. You know what the colours
were for the names, don't you?
Petit-Jacques, the stable boy, took care of them. On fine days he led
them to pasture into a bog paddock near the farm up against a pretty
wood of silver beeches. A large pond of clear water covered one corner

of the meadow and lost itself in the reeds and iris. There the fine big
cows went to quench their thirst; quantities of frogs went there, too, to
play leap-frog. It was a veritable earthly Paradise.
From the farm Mother Etienne caught the sound of the large bronze
bells each with its different low note, which hung round the necks of
the cows; thus she could superintend their comings and goings without
interrupting her various occupations. For the farm was very big, as I
told you, and had many animals on it.
After the stables and coachhouses came the piggery, the rabbit hutches,
and finally an immense poultry-yard divided into a thousand
compartments, and sheltering a whole horde of poultry of all sorts;
fowls of all kinds and of all breeds, geese, guineafowl, pigeons, ducks,
and what all besides. What
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