{"id":44899,"date":"2025-08-09T12:53:49","date_gmt":"2025-08-09T12:53:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.donbosco.press\/?p=44899"},"modified":"2025-09-10T13:58:04","modified_gmt":"2025-09-10T13:58:04","slug":"nobody-frightened-the-hens-1876","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.donbosco.press\/en\/dreams-of-don-bosco\/nobody-frightened-the-hens-1876\/","title":{"rendered":"Nobody frightened the hens (1876)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Set in January 1876, the piece features one of Don Bosco\u2019s most evocative \u201cdreams,\u201d his favourite tool for stirring and guiding the young people of the Oratory. The vision opens onto a vast plain where sowers are hard at work: the wheat, symbolising the Word of God, will only sprout if protected. But ravenous hens swoop down on the seed, and while the farmers sing verses from the Gospels, the clerics tasked with guarding it remain silent or distracted, letting everything be lost. The scene, brought to life with witty dialogue and biblical quotes, becomes a parable of the murmuring that stifles the fruit of preaching and a warning to be actively vigilant. With tones that are both paternal and stern, Don Bosco transforms the fantastical element into a sharp moral lesson.<\/em><\/p>\n

In the latter half of January, Don Bosco had a symbolic dream which he mentioned to several Salesians. One of them, Father Barberis, urged him to tell it at a \u201cGood Night\u201d because the boys loved to hear his dreams, which greatly benefited them and made them feel closer to the Oratory.
\n\u201cTrue,\u201d Don Bosco replied, \u201cthese dreams help a lot and the boys are eager to hear them. My only trouble is that I need lungs of steel. Truthfully, these dreams do shake people up because almost always they touch everybody and each one asks in what condition I saw him, what he is to do and how he should understand the different facets of the dream. They pester me day and night. All I\u00a0 need do to urge them to make a general confession is tell them one of my dreams. Well, let\u2019s do this. Next Sunday while I give the \u2018Good Night\u2019 to the boys, you ask me some questions and I then will tell my last dream.\u201d<\/p>\n

On January 23 he mounted the platform after night prayers, his beaming countenance revealing, as always, his joy at being with his sons. When everybody quieted down, Father Barberis raised his hand. \u201cExcuse me, Don Bosco,\u201d he said, \u201cmay I ask you a question?\u201d
\n\u201cCertainly.\u201d
\n\u201cI heard that recently you had a dream about seeds, sowers, and hens and that you told the cleric Calvi about what you saw. Would you kindly tell us too? We\u2019d like to hear it.\u201d
\n\u201cAren\u2019t you nosy!\u201d Don Bosco replied in mock rebuke that provoked general laughter.
\n\u201cI won\u2019t mind your calling me nosy, so long as you tell us the dream,\u201d Father Barberis insisted. \u201cI think all the boys back me up, and I am sure that they are most eager to hear you.\u201d
\n\u201cIn that case, I will tell you. I had intended to keep it to myself because of some things which concern some of you personally, things which might even make you uneasy, but since you asked for it, I will narrate it.\u201d
\n\u201cOh, Don Bosco, if you have a hard knock in store for me, please spare me in public.\u201d
\n\u201cI will tell things just as I saw them and let each one take what pertains to him. Before I begin,just remember that dreams happen during sleep when we have no control over our mind. If you find anything good in this dream, a warning or anything at all, take heed, but do not become ill at ease because of it. I said that I dreamed while I was sleeping because some boys dream while they are awake, much to their teachers\u2019 annoyance. [So, let me start.]<\/p>\n

I seemed to be in Castelnuovo d\u2019 sti where I was born. Before me stretched a vast field set in a beautiful plain. The field was not ours, and I had no idea who owned it. Many people were working with hoes, spades, rakes and other tools; some were plowing, sowing, harrowing and doing other chores. Scattered foremen supervised the work; I seemed to be one of them. Elsewhere a group of peasants were singing. I gazed in astonishment, unable to figure out where I was. Why are these people working so hard? I kept asking myself. Then I answered my own question: To provide bread for my boys. It was truly delightful to see these good peasants working so hard and pursuing their tasks with untiring zest and diligence.
\nA few, however, were having fun.
\nAs I took in the scene, I noticed several priests and many clerics of ours, some close to me, others farther away. I must be dreaming, I told myself.
\nMy clerics are in Turin, not here at Castelnuovo. But why am I wearing winter clothing? Yesterday the temperature was near freezing, and still these people are sowing wheat. I clapped my hands and began walking off, saying, I am not dreaming; this really is afield; that cleric over there is so-and-so; that other one I know too. If I were dreaming, how could I see all this?
\nJust then I spotted nearby a kindly old man whose countenance inspired trust. He was watching me and the other people intently. I went up to him.
\n\u201cTell me, my good man,\u201d I said, \u201cwhat\u2019s going on over here? What is this place? Who are these workers? Whose field is this?\u201d
\n\u201cFine questions you ask!\u201d the man answered. \u201cA priest, and you don\u2019t know these things?\u201d
\n\u201cPlease tell me if this is a dream. I feel I\u2019m dreaming and all I see is just unreal.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat you see is quite real, and I think you are wide-awake. Don\u2019t you realize it? You are talking, laughing and joking.\u201d
\n\u201cPeople can dream that they are talking, listening and acting as though they were awake,\u201d I objected.
\n\u201cForget that! You are here in body and soul.\u201d
\n\u201cAll right, if I am awake, tell me who owns this field.\u201d
\n\u201cYou studied Latin. Which is the first noun of the second declension that you learned in Donatus? 1 Do you remember?\u201d
\n\u201cSurely, but what does that have to do with my question?\u201d
\n\u201cA great deal. Now tell me what that noun was.\u201d
\n\u201cDominus.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd its genitive?\u201d
\n\u201cDomini.\u201d
\n\u201cVery good! Therefore this field is Domini, of the Lord.\u201d
\n\u201cAh! Now I see!\u201d I exclaimed.
\nI was surprised at the old gentleman\u2019s explanation. Just then I saw several people carrying bags of wheat grains while a group of peasants sang,\u00a0Exiit, qui seminat, seminare semen suum\u00a0<\/em>[The sower went out to sow his seed-Luke 8, 5].
\nI thought it was a shame to throw good seed into the ground to rot. Would it not be better, I wondered, to grind it into flour for bread or pasta? But then I thought: He who sows not, reaps not. Unless the seed is sown and rots, what can one reap? Meanwhile a large flock of hens were scurrying from all sides to peck at the wheat that was being scattered, while the peasants were singing,\u00a0Venerunt aves caeli, sustulerunt frumentum et reliquerunt zizaniam<\/em>\u00a0[The birds came, ate up the wheat and left the cockle].
\nI looked about me and observed the clerics. One stood with arms folded, totally unconcerned; another was chatting with his companions; others shrugged their shoulders or looked the other way. There were some who laughed at what they saw and unconcernedly went on with their games or chores. No one tried to shoo the hens away. Resentfully I said to each of them, \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with you? Don\u2019t you see those hens eating up all the seeds and destroying the hopes of these good peasants? What kind of harvest are we going to have? Why do you stand there so mum? Why don\u2019t you shoo the hens away?\u201d
\nTheir only response was a shrug of the shoulders and a blank stare. Some did not even move. They had been totally unconcerned with what was going on in the field before I shouted at them, and they were paying no attention now.
\n\u201cYou are a bunch of fools,\u201d I went on. \u201cCan\u2019t you see that the hens have had their fill? Couldn\u2019t you at least clap your hands to scare them off?\u201d
\nAs my words were ineffective, I began clapping my own hands, and this prompted some of them to begin chasing the hens away, while I muttered to myself: Now they chase them away, now that all the wheat has been gobbled up!
\nJust then the same choir of peasants sang these words,\u00a0Canes muti nescientes latrare<\/em>\u00a0[Dumb dogs unable to bark-Is. 56, IO].
\nAstounded and exasperated, I faced the kindly old man. \u201cPlease tell me what this is all about,\u201d !pleaded. \u201cI can\u2019t make any sense out of it. What does the seed mean?\u201d
\n\u201cThe seed is the word of God.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat is the meaning of the hens gobbling it up?\u201d
\nChanging tone, the old man went on, \u201cIf you want a full explanation, here it is. The field is the Lord\u2019s vineyard as the Gospel says, but it can also symbolize the heart of man. The farmhands are Gospel workers who sow the word of God, especially by preaching. This word can bear much fruit in people\u2019s hearts if they are prepared, but then birds come and pluck it away.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do the birds symbolize?\u201d
\n\u201cThey symbolize murmuring. After hearing an inspiring sermon, one lad joins his companions and finds fault with the preacher\u2019s gestures, voice, or some word of his. He destroys the good effect of the sermon.
\nAnother will point out a physical or intellectual shortcoming of the preacher or ridicule his pronunciation. Again the sermon is made fruitless. The same can be said about good books; finding fault with them destroys the good they can do. Murmuring is all the nastier because it is generally done on the sly; it grows and thrives where we would least expect it. Wheat, even when sown in a poorly tilled field, will take root, grow and bear fruit. When a storm breaks over a freshly sown field, that field becomes soggy, but it still yields a harvest. Even where the seed is not of the finest quality, it will still grow; it may yield less, but yield it will.
\nHowever, when hens or birds flock and peck at it, the field will yield nothing at all. So it is with sermons, exhortations and good resolutions; if they are followed by distractions or temptations, their good effect will be lessened but not destroyed, but if there is murmuring or backbiting or some similar thing, all is wiped out. Whose duty is it to sound the alarm, take a firm stand, cry out and make sure that murmuring and unbecoming talk are silenced? You know the answer.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat were those clerics doing?\u201d I asked. \u201cCouldn\u2019t they have prevented all that?\u201d
\n\u201cOf course, but they did not,\u201d he went on. \u201cSome just stood there watching; others paid no attention; some were unaware of what was going joined the murmurers and did their share to destroy the word of God.
\nYou are a priest. Insist on this point. Preach, exhort, speak out, and never be afraid of saying too much. Make everybody understand that criticizing those who preach, exhort or give good advice is very harmful indeed. Furthermore, being silent and passive when a wrong is being done and one\u2019s duty calls for action makes one an accomplice in the evil deeds of others.\u201d
\nDeeply impressed by these words, I kept looking for other failings so as to shame the clerics into doing their duty, but they had already begun shoving the hens away. I took a few steps but tripped over an abandoned rake and woke up.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow let\u2019s draw a lesson from all this,\u201d Don Bosco said. \u201cFather Barberis, what do you think of this dream?\u201d
\n\u201cI think it\u2019s a good reprimand. Let the chips fall where they may.\u201d
\n\u201cIt should certainly do us some good,\u201d Don Bosco went on. \u201cMy dear boys, avoid murmuring because it is a very grave evil. Shun it like the plague and try to make others avoid it too. At times even good advice and excellent deeds are not as effective as is the prevention of murmuring or of harmful talk. Let us bolster our courage and attack these evils openly. There is no greater misfortune than to rob one of the benefit of God\u2019s word. One utterance, one smart remark can do just that.
\n\u201cThis dream came several nights ago, but last night I dreamed again and I wish to tell you about it, too. It\u2019s only about nine o\u2019clock, and I\u2019ll try to be brief.\u201d<\/p>\n

I found myself somewhere else. I can\u2019t remember where. I know I was not in Castelnuovo, but I don\u2019t think I was at the Oratory either. Someone dashed over to me. \u201cDon Bosco!\u201d he cried. \u201cCome quickly!\u201d
\n\u201cWhy the hurry?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t you know what has happened?\u201d
\n\u201cNo! Tell me!\u201d
\n\u201cSo-and-so is very ill. He is dying. Such a fine, lively lad!\u201d
\n\u201cAre you joking?\u201d I replied. \u201cJust this morning I was talking with him while strolling about the porticoes and now you tell me he is dying!\u201d
\n\u201cDon Bosco, I am not trying to fool you. I must tell you the truth: that boy needs you very badly. He wants to see you and speak to you one more time. Quickly, or you will be too late.\u201d
\nWith no idea of direction, I hurriedly followed the messenger and came to a crowd of people who in tears begged me, \u201cHurry! His end is near!\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d I asked. I was taken to a room where a boy lay in bed, his face sunken and deadly pale. A racking cough and rattle in his throat barely allowed him to speak.
\n\u201cAre you not so-and-so?\u201d I asked him.
\n\u201cYes, I am.\u201d
\n\u201cHow are you feeling?\u201d
\n\u201cVery sick.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened? Yesterday and today you were walking happily along the porticoes.\u201d
\n\u201cYes, but let\u2019s hurry. I must make my confession because I have little time.\u201d
\n\u201cDo not be upset. You made your confession only a few days ago.\u201d
\n\u201cI know, and I don\u2019t think I have any big sin on my conscience, but I want to be absolved again before I go to my Divine Judge.\u201d
\nWhile hearing his confession I noticed that he was rapidly failing. Phlegm nearly choked him. We must hurry, I thought, if he is still to receive Holy Viaticum and the Anointing of the Sick. Really, he will not be able to receive Viaticum because it would take too long and his cough would keep him from swallowing. I must get the oil of the sick.
\nI left the room and sent someone for it. Meanwhile the boys around me kept asking, \u201cIs he really in danger? Is he really dying, as people are saying?\u201d
\n\u201cUnfortunately, yes,\u201d I replied. \u201cDon\u2019t you see how his breathing has become more labored and the phlegm is choking him?\u201d
\n\u201cThen it would be better to give him Holy Viaticum too, to strengthen him before sending him to Our Lady\u2019s arms.\u201d
\nAs I busied myself getting things ready I heard someone say, \u201cHe is dead!\u201d
\nI went back into the room and found the boy lying with his eyes wide open, no longer breathing.
\n\u201cIs he dead?\u201d I asked those who had been caring for him.
\n\u201cYes,\u201d they answered.
\n\u201cHow did it happen so quickly? Isn\u2019t he so-and-so?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cI can\u2019t believe it! Just yesterday he was walking with me along the porticoes.\u201d
\n\u201cYesterday he was walking and now he is dead,\u201d they answered.
\n\u201cFortunately he was a good lad,\u201d I exclaimed. Then, turning to the boys around me, I went on: \u201cSee, he was not even able to receive the Last Sacraments. Let us thank the Lord, though, for giving him time to make his confession. He was a good boy and frequented the sacraments. Let us hope he has gone to a better life or at least to purgatory. But if this had happened to others, what would their fate have been?\u201d
\nWe then knelt down and recited the\u00a0De Profundis.<\/em>
\nI was about to re-enter my room when I saw Ferraris come in great haste.
\n\u201cDon Bosco,\u201d he cried breathlessly, \u201cdo you know what happened?\u201d
\n\u201cYes, unfortunately I do know? So-and-so is dead.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not what I wanted to tell you. Two others have died.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cYes!\u201dAnd he named them.
\n\u201cWhen? I don\u2019t understand.\u201d
\n\u201cYes, two others died before you could get to them.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you call me?\u201d
\n\u201cThere was no time. Still, can you tell me when the one you mentioned died?\u201d
\n\u201cJust a few minutes ago.\u201d
\n\u201cDo you know what day this is and what month?\u201d
\n\u201cOf course! It\u2019s January 22, the second day of the novena of St. Francis de Sales.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, Don Bosco,\u201d Ferraris countered. \u201cCheck your calendar.\u201d I looked at the calendar and saw May 26.
\n\u201cIncredible!\u201d I exclaimed. \u201cWe are in January, and I am sure because I\u2019m wearing winter clothing. No one dresses like this in May, and we would not have the heat on.\u201d
\n\u201cI can\u2019t explain it either, but today is May 26.\u201d
\n\u201cJust yesterday one of our boys died, and it was January.\u201d
\n\u201cYou are wrong,\u201d Ferraris insisted. \u201cIt was Easter time.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s even more incredible.\u201d
\n\u201cBut it was Easter time! He was far luckier than the other two who died in Mary\u2019s month.\u201d
\n\u201cYou are confusing me,\u201d I told him. \u201cExplain things better. I can\u2019t make heads or tails of what you are saying.\u201d
\n\u201cI am not lying. Things are just as I told you. If you want to know more and get a better explanation, take heed!\u201d
\nHe spread out his arms and loudly clapped his hands. The sound woke me up.
\n\u201cThank heaven,\u201d I said, \u201cthat it was only a dream. Was I scared!\u201d
\nThat is the dream I had last night. Make what you want of it. I don\u2019t care to give it too much importance. Today I checked out the boys who seemed to be dead in my dream, and I found them alive and well. It is certainly not advisable for me to tell you who they are. Still, I shall keep an eye on them and if necessary give them wholesome advice. I\u2019ll prepare them with caution and not make them aware of it. If death should overtake them, it will not find them unprepared. But let no one go about saying, \u201cIt could be this one or that one.\u201d Let each one keep himself ready.
\nDon\u2019t let this dream frighten you. Its only effect should be that one which Our Divine Savior Himself pointed out in the Gospel: \u201cBe ready, because at an hour that you do not expect, the Son of Man is coming.\u201d [Luke 12, 40] My dear boys, the warning the Lord gives us is a grave one. Let us always be ready because, when we least expect it, death may overtake us. The unprepared risk a bad death. I shall do my best to keep myself ready, and you should do the same, so that at whatever hour it may please the Lord to call us, we may be ready to pass into eternal happiness. Good night.<\/p>\n

Don Bosco was always listened to in religious silence, but when he narrated these extraordinary things, not a cough or even the slightest shuffling of feet was to be heard from the hundreds of boys present. The deep impression he made lasted for weeks, even months, and radical changes were noticeable in the conduct of certain young scamps. Don Bosco\u2019s confessional would also be crowded. It never occurred to anyone that he might have invented these stories to frighten the boys and thus improve their conduct, since his predictions of forthcoming deaths always came true and the states of conscience which he saw in his dreams corresponded to reality.
\nBut was not the fear produced by such gloomy predictions a crushing nightmare? It does not seem so. In a crowd of over eight hundred boys the odds against being one of the doomed ones were too great for any one individual to feel unduly threatened. Besides, the general belief that Don Bosco prepared those who were destined to die without frightening them and that those who did die would certainly go to heaven helped to dissipate fears. Then, too, it is common knowledge that young people quickly change their mood. Momentarily they may be shaken, but they soon shake off their fears. Those who lived through those days have unanimously confirmed this.
\nAfter the boys had gone to bed, a few confreres gathered around Don Bosco to learn if one of them would be among those to die. Shaking his head with his usual smile, Don Bosco kept them at bay, saying, \u201cDo you really expect me to tell you who it is and risk having someone die before his time?\u201d
\nRealizing that he would not disclose names, they asked him whether his first dream had shown him any clerics among the murmurers. Don Bosco, who had taken a few steps, stopped and, with a sweeping gaze at his questioners, smiled enigmatically, as if to say, \u201cYes, a few, but only a few, no more!\u201d
\nThey then pressed him to say at least if they had been among the silent observers. Don Bosco dodged the question, merely saying that they were to avoid murmuring and help others to avoid it along with any kind of wrongdoing, especially unbecoming talk.
\n\u201cGod help the priest or cleric,\u201d he said, \u201cwho is supposed to be in charge and sees wrongdoing and does not stop it. I want it to be known and borne well in mind that when I say \u2018murmuring\u2019 I do not mean merely backbiting, but every word and expression that may destroy the wholesome effect of God\u2019s word. In conclusion, I insist that it is a serious evil to keep silent in the face of wrongdoing, taking no personal action to stop it or have those in charge do so.\u201d
\nOne of the bolder bystanders daringly asked Don Bosco, \u201cHow does Father Barberis fit into the dream? You said that there was something in it which concerned him, and Father Barberis himself seemed to expect a reprimand.\u201d When Father Barberis seemed to be pleased to have the secret revealed, Don Bosco said, \u201cWell, Father Barberis does not speak enough of this topic; he does not stress it as much as is needed.\u201d The latter admitted that for two years he had not specifically dwelt on this topic with his novices.
\nHe was therefore quite grateful for the observation and resolved to keep it in mind for the future.
\nThen all went upstairs and, after kissing Don Bosco\u2019s hand, withdrew to their quarters, except Father Barberis who, as usual, saw Don Bosco to his room. Because it was still early and he knew that he was too deeply stirred by his own narrative to sleep, Don Bosco, contrary to his custom, invited Father Barberis to enter, saying: \u201cIt\u2019s early. Let\u2019s walk in my room a bit.\u201d For another half-hour they conversed. Among other things, Don Bosco said, \u201cI saw everyone in that dream, and the part that each played. I use this knowledge when hearing confessions or when exhorting publicly or privately as long as I see it has a good effect. Years ago, I paid no serious attention to these dreams, until I noticed that, generally, they were more effective than a sermon, and in some cases even more effective than a retreat. Now I make use of them, and why not? Holy Scripture says: \u2018Test everything; retain what is good.\u2019 [l Thess. 5, 21] I see that these dreams do a lot of good and are\u00a0 liked, so why keep them secret? In fact, I notice that they also help to make many boys fond of our Congregation.\u201d
\n\u201cI too have experienced the benefit and help of these dreams,\u201d Father Barberis interrupted. \u201cThey are even helpful when told to others. Where people know you, we can say that they are your dreams; where you are unknown, they can be presented as parables. I wish that I could gather them together and present them in the form of parables. Both old and young, great and small would eagerly read them and benefit spiritually.\u201d
\n\u201cYes, I also firmly feel that they would do a lot of good.\u201d
\n\u201cBut I suppose no one has put them down in writing,\u201d Father Barberis sighed regretfully.
\n\u201cI have no time,\u201d Don Bosco went on, \u201cand some dreams I no longer remember.\u201d
\n\u201cI remember those concerning the progress of our Congregation and Our Lady\u2019s mantle,\u201d Father Barberis added.
\n\u201cAh, yes,\u201d exclaimed Don Bosco, and he mentioned several such dreams. Then his countenance became grave and, almost in a worried tone, he went on, \u201cWhen I think of the responsibilities of my position, I tremble all over\u2026. What a fearful account I shall have to give God for all the favors He bestowed on our Congregation!\u201d
\n(BM XII, 28-37)<\/em><\/p>\n

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