July 16th [1850]. -- The tops of the chestnut-trees are peculiarly rich, as if a more luscious sunshine were falling on them than anywhere else. "Whitish," as above, don't express it.
The queer gestures and sounds of a hen looking about for a place to deposit her egg; her selfimportant gait; the sideway turn of her head and cock of her eye, as she prys into one and another nook, croaking all the while, evidently with the idea that the egg in question is the most important thing that has been brought to pass since the world began. A speckled black-and-white and tufted hen of ours does it to most ludicrous perfection; and there is something laughably womanish in it too.
The queer gestures and sounds of a hen looking about for a place to deposit her egg; her selfimportant gait; the sideway turn of her head and cock of her eye, as she prys into one and another nook, croaking all the while, evidently with the idea that the egg in question is the most important thing that has been brought to pass since the world began. A speckled black-and-white and tufted hen of ours does it to most ludicrous perfection; and there is something laughably womanish in it too.
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