Once down, however, he shook his fluttered plumes, and crowed like any chanticleer.
Never was chanticleer so crouse on his own dung-hill, as Johnny Darbyshire was in his own house.
I never heard that Chanticleer was a pattern of fatherly devotion.
The exciting cause of the professor's outburst was an attempt to get from his class some information about Chanticleer.
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