This kind of fun was carried on for forty-six days.
DEATH OF TOM TUCK'S ROOSTER Atlanta was a great place to fight chickens.

I had heard much said about cock pits and cock fights, but had never seen such a thing.

Away over the hill, outside of the range of Thomas' thirty-pound parrot guns, with which he was trying to burn up Atlanta, the boys had fixed up a cock pit.

It was fixed exactly like a circus ring, and seats and benches were arranged for the spectators.

Well, I went to the cock fight one day.
A great many roosters were to be pitted that day, and each one was trimmed and gaffed.