The History of the Hen Fever. A Humorous Record
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George P. Burnham. The History of the Hen Fever. A Humorous Record
PREFACE
CHAPTER I. PREMONITORY SYMPTOMS OF THE DISEASE
CHAPTER II. THE "COCHIN-CHINAS." BUBBLE NUMBER ONE
CHAPTER III. THE FIRST FOWL-SHOW IN BOSTON
CHAPTER IV. HOW "POULTRY-BOOKS" ARE MADE
CHAPTER V. THREATENING INDICATIONS
CHAPTER VI. THE EPIDEMIC SPREADING
CHAPTER VII. ALARMING DEMONSTRATIONS
CHAPTER VIII. THE FEVER WORKING
CHAPTER IX. THE SECOND POULTRY-SHOW IN BOSTON
CHAPTER X. THE MUTUAL ADMIRATION SOCIETY'S SECOND SHOW
CHAPTER XI. PROGRESS OF THE MALADY
CHAPTER XII. MY CORRESPONDENCE
CHAPTER XIII. THE OTHER SIDE OF THE QUESTION
CHAPTER XIV "BOTHER'EM POOTRUMS." BUBBLE NUMBER TWO
CHAPTER XV. ADVERTISING EXTRAORDINARY
CHAPTER XVI. HEIGHT OF THE FEVER
CHAPTER XVII. RUNNING IT INTO THE GROUND
CHAPTER XVIII. ONE OF THE FINAL KICKS
CHAPTER XIX. THE FOURTH FOWL-SHOW IN BOSTON
CHAPTER XX. PRESENT TO QUEEN VICTORIA
CHAPTER XXI. EXPERIMENTS OF AMATEURS
CHAPTER XXII. TRUE HISTORY OF "FANNY FERN."
CHAPTER XXIII. CONVALESCENCE
CHAPTER XXIV. AN EXPENSIVE BUSINESS
CHAPTER XXV. THE GREAT PAGODA HEN
CHAPTER XXVI "POLICY THE BEST HONESTY."
CHAPTER XXVII. A GENUINE HUMBUG
CHAPTER XXVIII. BARNUM IN THE FIELD
CHAPTER XXIX. FIRST "NATIONAL" POULTRY-SHOW IN NEW YORK
CHAPTER XXX. BARNUM'S INNATE DIFFIDENCE
CHAPTER XXXI. A SUPPRESSED SPEECH
CHAPTER XXXII. A "CONFIDENCE" MAN
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE ESSENCE OF HUMBUG
CHAPTER XXXIV. A TRUMP CARD
CHAPTER XXXV "HOLD YOUR HORSES."
CHAPTER XXXVI. TRICKS OF THE TRADE
CHAPTER XXXVII. FINAL DEATH-THROES
CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE PORTE-MONNAIE I OWE 'EM COMPANY
CHAPTER XXXIX. A SATISFACTORY PEDIGREE
CHAPTER XL "DOING THE GENTEEL THING."
CHAPTER XLI. THE FATE OF THE "MODEL" SHANGHAES
CHAPTER XLII. AN EMPHATIC CLINCHER
CHAPTER XLIII "STAND FROM UNDER!"
CHAPTER XLIV. BURSTING OF THE BUBBLE
CHAPTER XLV. THE DEAD AND WOUNDED
CHAPTER XLVI. A MOURNFUL PROCESSION
CHAPTER XLVII. MY SHANGHAE DINNER
Отрывок из книги
I was sitting, one afternoon, in the summer of 1849, in my little parlor, at Roxbury, conversing with a friend, leisurely, when he suddenly rose, and passing to the rear window of the room, remarked to me, with considerable enthusiasm,
"What a splendid lot of fowls you have, B – ! Upon my word, those are very fine indeed, – do you know it?"
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He examined them all, and said, quietly:
"I'd like to get half a dozen of these, if they didn't come too high; but I understand you fanciers have got the price up. I used to buy these chickens for a dollar apiece. Now, they say, you're asking five dollars each for them."
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