I saw his Father angry at this Proceeding, and he gave him a terrible Cuff with his Wing, and sent him home.  Then speaking to me, he made Signs I should follow him; I understood, and obey’d him.  After we had pass’d a small Copse of about a Quarter of a Mile, we came into a fine Meadow, where we saw several Hens milking Goats; they sat on their Rumps, and were as dextrous with their two Feet, as any of our Dairy-Maids with their Hands.  They carried two Pails a-piece with a Yoke, like our Tub-women; and indeed there are not in Europe any who exceed this Nation in Mechanicks, as far as they are useful to them.  I have seen a Cacklogallinian (for so they call themselves) hover with a Pair of Sheers in his two Feet, and cut Trees with all the Regularity imaginable; for, in a Walk of a League long, which is very common before the Houses of the Nobility, you won’t see (not to say a Bough, but even) a Leaf grow beyond the rest.  They are the best Weavers in the Universe, and make Cloath of stript Feathers, which they have the Art of spinning, and which is the Staple Commodity of the Kingdom; for no Feathers are comparable to these for this Manufacture.  When I pass’d the Meadow, every one quitted her Employment to come and stare at me; they all spoke together so loud, and with such Volubility, that I almost fancied my self among a Score of Gammers at a Country Christening.

This Meadow led to a Farm House which belonged to my Guide, or more properly, Master; for I soon was made sensible, that they look’d upon me as an irrational Beast, of a Species hitherto unknown to them.  We were no sooner within Doors, than the Family flock’d round to admire me, asking Abundance of Questions which I did not understand.  One of the Hens brought me a Bowl of Goats Milk, which I received very thankfully, and drank off.  They then offer’d me Corn, which I rejecting, one of them went out, and fetch’d me a Piece of boil’d Mutton; for these Cacklogallinians, contrary to the Nature of European Cocks, live mostly on Flesh, except the poorer Sort, who feed on Grain.  They do not go to Roost, but lye on Feather-beds and Matrass, with warm Coverings; for, at the setting of the Sun, there falls so great a Dew, that I was, in the Night, as sensible of Cold, as ever I was in Europe in the Winter.

After I had eat my Piece of Meat, a Bed was made for me in my Master’s Chamber, whither he conducted me.  He made Signs, that I should lye down, and was not a little astonish’d, I perceived, to see me open the Bedding, go into it, and cover my self up.  The pulling off my Cloaths he did not wonder at, for the Rich and Great among ’em wear Mantles, and cover their Legs with fine Cloath.