The History of The Hen Fever Part 32

"THE PEOPLE,"

MUSIC, And the rest of Mankind, etc.

The scene was closing! That immense concourse of humbugs and humbugged had pa.s.sed on, and I was alone once more. But, a moment afterwards, I saw the head and face of a comical and good-humored looking Yankee (just beneath the window), who was in the act of puffing into the air a huge budget of bubbles, that danced and floated in the atmosphere for a brief moment, and which, bursting, suddenly awoke me. Here is a sketch of the _finale_.

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CHAPTER XLVII.

MY SHANGHAE DINNER.

I saw by the papers, one day, late in the year 1854, an account of the return from England of my fat friend Giles, who brought with him the poultry purchased abroad for Mr. Barnum, and which proved to be a lot of _pure_ stock, of a remarkable character, as I supposed it would be.

But, while John was absent in Great Britain, the knowing ones there shook him down, beautifully! His theory, when he left America, four months previously, was that "hall 'at was wanted 'ere was to get hover from Hingland pure-bred fowls, and such would _sell_." John brought over "such," and they _did_ sell; but Barnum was sold by far the worst!

An auction was immediately got up at the American Museum, in New York; and after a vast deal of drumming, puffing and advertising this magnificent, just-imported, pure-bred poultry, the sale came off, to a sorry company, indeed! And the gross amount of the sales of the fowls thus disposed of, really, was insufficient to pay the _freight_ bills for bringing them across the Atlantic, to say nothing of their original high cost abroad. The show-man has since left the hen-business, I learn, "a wiser if not a better man;" while John retired with the simple exclamation, "Most extr'ornerry result I hever 'eer'd of in hall my life!"

Soon after this little episode occurred, the second show of the "National Poultry Society" (in January, 1855) came off at Barnum's Museum, in New York; which, notwithstanding the best endeavors of the "President," was a failure. The "Committee" shut out of their premium list the Grey Shanghaes, altogether; and the result of this last exhibition was just what I had antic.i.p.ated. But Mr. Barnum can well afford to foot the bills; and, as he is perfectly willing to do this, no objection will be raised to his choice, I presume. This final exhibition at New York, I have no doubt, closed up the business, for the present.

As soon as this last fair had closed, and when the lucky and unlucky contributors returned to Boston, I invited a party of my former _confreres_ to my residence, to dinner. I had been preparing for this little event for several days; and the following was the actual "bill of fare" to which we all sat down, at RUSSET HOUSE, _Melrose_, on the fifth day of February, 1855:

+--------------------------------------------------------------------+ | | | Dinner. | | | | SOUP--_A la_ SHANGHAE. | | | | FRESH FISH--WITH CHINA SAUCE. | | | | BOILED FOWL--_To wit, the identical Grey Shanghae c.o.c.k (two years | | old) which took the premium at the_ FIRST _National Poultry Show, | | in New York, in 1854; then valued at $100_. | | | | ROAST--Shanghae c.o.c.k, nine months old, weighing, dressed, 10-3/4 | | pounds. Do. Shanghae Pullets, same age, drawing, dressed, 7-1/2 | | pounds each. Do. Spring Shanghae Chickens in variety. | | | | BAKED--Pure "Suffolk" Pig, with genu-wine "Mandarin" Sauce. | | | | | | ENTREMENTS. | | | | BROILED Shanghae Chicks. | FRIED Shanghae Pullets. | | STEWED Shanghae Chickens. | CODDLED Shanghae Stags. | | CURRIED Shanghae Fowls. | FRICa.s.sEED Shanghaes. | | SHANGHAES TRUFFLED, | | and | | MORE SHANGHAES, IF WANTED! | | | | | | DESSERT. | | | | Shanghae Chicken Pie. | Pudding _a la_ Shanghae. | | Shanghae Omelets. | Candied c.o.c.ks' Spurs. | | Shanghae Custards. | Crystallized Pullets' Combs. | | Chinese Pudding. | Shanghae Wattles, in Syrup. | | | | | | SHANGHAE-QUILL TOOTH-PICKS, | | and | | MORE SHANGHAES IN THE YARD! | | | +--------------------------------------------------------------------+

To this repast, with thankful hearts, a company of five-and-twenty sat down, and, as nearly as my recollection now serves me, the friends did ample justice to my Shanghae dinner. After two hours over the _varied_ dishes (varied in size and style of cooking only), the cloth was removed, and the intellectual treat commenced with a song, written "expressly for this occasion," by the Young 'Un, which was delivered with admirable effect by "one who had been there," and in the chorus of which the guests unitedly joined, with surprising harmony and unison.

The following toasts were then submitted:

_By the Man in the Black Coat._--The Memory of the defunct Rooster we have this day devoured: Peace to his manes! (Drank standing, in silence.)

_By a Successful Breeder._--The health, long life, and prosperity, of our absent cash customers,--at home and abroad.

_By an Amateur._--Honor to the discoverer of the exact difference between a "Shanghae" and a "Cochin-China" fowl, if he shall ever turn up!

_By the "Confidence" Man._--The Continuity of the beautifully-elongated Chinese fowls: May their shadows never be less!

_By a Victim._--The Bother'em Wot-yer-call-'ems: Dammum! (Nine cheers for Doctors Bennett and Miner.)

_By a Disappointed "Fancier."_--Barn-yard fowls and white-sh.e.l.led eggs, for _my_ money. (Three cheers for the old-style biddies.)

_By the Youth in a White Vest._--"f.a.n.n.y Fern": The hen that lays the golden eggs. (Six cheers for f.a.n.n.y, and the fair s.e.x generally.)

_By a Repentant._--The whole Shanghae Tribe: Curse 'em; the more _fowls_ you see of this race, the less _eggs_ there are about! (This was deemed slightly _personal_, but it was permitted to pa.s.s; the gentleman spoke with unusual feeling; he had been only three years in the trade, and had expended some sixteen hundred dollars in experimenting with a view to establish a _breed_ that would lay _two_ eggs daily.)

_By One of my "Friends."_--The Young 'Un: The only hen-man who has put the knife in up to the handle with a decent grace! (Nine cheers followed, for the importer of the only pure-bred poultry in America.)

This last sentiment called me to my feet, naturally enough; and, as nearly as I remember, I thus addressed my guests, amidst the most marked and respectful attention:

"GENTLEMEN: I think I have seen it written somewhere, or I have heard it said, 'It is a long lane that has no turn in it.' I believe, however, that, although the lane we have most of us been travelling for the last six years has proved somewhat tortuous as well as lengthy, we have now pa.s.sed the _turn_ in it, and have arrived very nearly at the end of the road.

"Few of you, gentlemen, have met with so many thorns, _en route_, as I have; none of you, perhaps, have gathered so many roses. I am content, and I trust that everybody is as well satisfied with the results of this journey as _I_ am. _The Shanghae trade is done_, gentlemen! We have this day eaten up what, four years ago, would have been the nucleus, at least, of a small fortune to any one of us who at that time might have chanced to have possessed it. But the fever is over; the demand for giraffe c.o.c.ks and chaise-top hens is pa.s.sed; the 'poor remains of beauty once admired, in my premium fowls,' now lie scattered about the dishes that have just left this table; and 'Brahma-pootra-ism' is now no longer rampant.

"Perhaps, gentlemen, as you entertain opinions of your own upon this delightfully pleasing subject of poultry-raising generally, and of the propagation of Shanghae fowls in particular, you would care to hear nothing of my views regarding this point. Yet, I pray you, indulge me for a single moment--in all seriousness--and permit me to say (without the slightest intention of being personal), that we have proved ourselves a clan of short-sighted mortals, at the best, during the last half-dozen years, in our crazy devotion to what we have deemed an honorable and laudable 'profession,' but which has been, in reality, the most shallow, heartless, unreasonable, silly and bottomless humbug that grown-up men have ever been cajoled with, since the hour when Adam was fooled by the accomplished and coquetting Eve!" (Cries of "You're more'n half right!" "That's a fact!" "Exactly--just so!")

"There is now living in Melrose, Ma.s.s., gentlemen, a breeder who begun at the beginning of this excitement, who has since followed up the details of this hum with a zeal worthy of a better cause; and who has acc.u.mulated a handsome competency in this traffic, by attending strictly to his own affairs, while he has uniformly acted upon the principle that this world is sufficiently capacious to accommodate all G.o.d's creatures, without jostling. If you should chance to meet this now retired fowl-fancier, he will tell you that he has had, and believes he still has, many personal friends; but the very _best_ 'friend' he has ever known is the enjoyment of his present income of eight per cent. interest, per annum, upon thirty thousand dollars. But this is a digression, and I beg pardon for the allusion.

"I look back with no regrets at the past, gentlemen. We have seen a great many merry days, and, in the midst of the compet.i.tion and humb.u.g.g.e.ry in which we enlisted, we have often differed in sentiment. But _here_,--at the close of the route on which we have so long been journeying,--let us remember only the good traits that we any of us possess, while from this point we forget the errors that ourselves and our companions may have committed, forever."

(Three times three, "and one more," were here given for the speaker, his friends, and all the rest of mankind.)

"I will say no more, gentlemen. My stomach is too full for further convenient utterance; and I will conclude with a sentiment to which, I am sure, you will all respond. I will give you--

"'The Hen Fever!'"--

"Don't, _don't_!" shrieked the crowd. "We've had that disease once, and that is quite sufficient."

"Indulge me, gentlemen, one moment, and I will propose, then--

"'THE HEN TRADE: Though a _fowl_ calling, it puts _fair_ money in the purse, when "judiciously" managed. May none of you ever do worse, pecuniarily, in this humble "profession," than has your friend--the subscriber.'"

Another round of hearty cheers succeeded this sentiment, a parting b.u.mper was enjoyed, and the circle separated, to meet again at Philippi,--or elsewhere,--where the author hopes to encounter only friendly faces, whatever may have been his business relations with his acquaintances in the days that are now pa.s.sed away.

The mania is over. I have frankly repeated to you the humble history of this curious fever, and we have reached

THE END.