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A TRUE STORY ABOUT A BIRD.
A pair of humming-birds
built their nest in a tree.
The tree was a butternut
It stood near a house.
From a chamber window
the family could look into the nest.
The nest was not much larger than
a large thimble.
In this nest they could see the
beautiful little mother sitting on her
There were only two eggs.
They were about as large as peas.
The people in the house were care-
ful to never disturb their small neigh-
bors. But they often went to the
window to look at them.
When the sun shone on the birds,
through the leaves, they looked like
two small bits of a rainbow.
The father bird used to come to
the window to sip honey dew out of
As he drank the dew he made a
noise like the loud buzzing of a bee.
He made it by moving his wings
By and by the eggs were hatched.
It was a pretty sight to watch the
They would fly back and forth a
a hundred times a day to feed their
two tiny babies.
These two bird babies were not as
large as two bees.
One afternoon there were signs of
a heavy shower.
What will become of the poor
humming-birds?" said their friends
in the house.
If we move the nest, the parent
birds will be frightened.
Perhaps they would never go into
"What shall we do for them?
"The baby birds will die if they
are exposed to the storm.
Will the old birds know enough
to protect them in any way ? "
The little mother bird soon showed
that she knew what she was about.
Some of the family, at the window,
saw her grasp a large leaf with her bill.
She spread this out over her nest.
There was a hole in the leaf.
She slipped this hole over a small
stick in the side of the nest.
This stick held the leaf in place.
The baby birds were safely covered.
Then she flew away.
When the rain was over the mother
She unfastened the leaf.
She found her baby birds, dry and
warm, and ready for their supper.
Was she not a nice little mother?
There were two
STweet! tweetal tweet she
rThey came to
Marie was sit,
She looke ting by the win-
MAtIE. dow and sewing.
She was hemming a handkerchief
"Tweet! tweet! I tweet!" she
She looked up and there were
the visitors, two noisy, chattering
little English sparrows.
They were looking at Marie with
their bright, keen eyes. They were
perching in the beautiful elm-tree.
Marie nodded to them.
Welcome, little birds she
Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow looked at
Tweet! tweet!" said Mr. Spar-
row. "She looks like a nice girl."
I think she is glad to see us,"
said Mrs. Sparrow. "I think we
They looked over the tree to
find a place to build a nest.
They chirped and hopped about
a long while.
Finally they found a place.
It was where several branches
There was a little hollow in
the tree just right for a nest.
Tweet I" said Mr. Sparrow.
" Here is just the place for us."
Mrs. Sparrow nodded her head and
jerked her tail and said, I agree
with you. I am anxious to begin."
Then she fluttered her wings and
hopped into the little hollow.
She began to peck and pull at
the bits of bark.
She pulled so hard she almost
tumbled over backwards.
My dear," said Mr. Sparrow,
"I beg that you will not work
so hard. Let me help."
Then he began to pull off the
bits of bark too.
His beak was strong and he
How busy and happy they were!
Tweet! tweet! tweet! they
said all the 'time.
By and by the hollow was clean
Now," said Mrs. Sparrow, "we
must find the straws and dry grass
and strings to build our nest."
Off they flew over the lawn,
and about the barn.
It took a great many days to
build the nest.
They brought one straw and one
bit of grass at a time.
Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow had never
lived in the country before.
They had always lived on Bos-
They had kept house in a little
wooden house there.
This house was in an elm-tree.
So they had never built a nest
How do you think they knew
how to build a nest?
Mr. Sparrow did not like to
work very well.
He liked best to hop about and
chatter and play.
But Mrs. Sparrow was always
Mr. Sparrow did not always do
his work well, and then Mrs.
Sparrow was cross.
She even scolded sometimes.
Mrs. Sparrow always fastened
the ends of the grass and strings
But Mr. Sparrow often left the
ends loose, and the wind blew
This was a great trial to Mrs.
One day Mr. Sparrow brought By and by the nest'was finished.
a great piece of grape-vine. He It was a large nest for such little
tucked it into the nest and left creatures.
a long end hanging out. It was round and it had a roof
When Mrs. Sparrow came home of dry grass.
and saw it she was very angry. There was a round door at one
AI IN!ILAE ` \ST FOR OUR L LITTLE ONES.
She forgot her good manners, side where Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow
She flew at Mr. Sparrow and went out and in.
pecked him and pulled out a bunch "Now," said Mrs. Sparrow, "we
of feathers. must have a carpet and the car-
Marie watched her little visitors pet must be made of feathers."
every day. Mr. White Leghorn has plenty
A.~ '~ -
of feathers," said Mr. Sparrow.
*We will call upon him."
Mr. Leghorn and his family lived
in a very pretty house of their own.
They had a yard to walk out in.
Early one morning down came
Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow into the
Cock-a-doodle-doo said Mr.
Leghorn. Good-morning! Can I
do any thing for you, my friends ?"
"Tweet tweet I said Mrs. Spar-
row. "We want some feathers to
carpet our new house."
Mr. Leghorn was very generous.
He told Mrs. Sparrow to help
"Take all the feathers you like,
madam," he said.
So day after day Mr. and Mrs.
Sparrow brought the pretty white
feathers to carpet their new house.
One day Marie saw four little
birds nestling on the feathers.
Then Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow had
plenty of work to do. They brought
grubs and worms and insects for
the little birds to eat.
What appetites they had
One day Mr. Sparrow was search-
ing for grubs under the bushes.
A huge beetle came out and
looked at him.
At first Mr. Sparrow was so
frightened his feathers stood right up.
Then he said to himself, "What
a fine breakfast he would make for
my little ones.
They eat so much I get very tired
picking up small bugs and grubs.
Now this big fellow would last
them a great while."
He was just going to pick him
up when the beetle put up his
"Tweet tweet!" said Mr. Spar-
row and off he flew, more fright-
ened than before.
He told Mrs. Sparrow about it.
"He was an awful big bug,"
he said, "and he would have made
a fine breakfast for our little ones."
The little birds grew every day.
After a while they came out of
the nest and hopped about the tree.
Then they began to fly.
When winter came the whole
family went back to live in the
little wooden house on Boston
Marie was sorry when they
went away. -M. T V
BIDDY AND HER FAMILY.
THE LOST CHICKEN.
CHAP. I.-HOW THE CHICKEN WAS LOST.
Biddy had ten chickens.
Each of the ten was covered with
soft gray feathers.
Each of the ten had little yellow
feet and yellow bills.
Each of the ten looked so much
like the other nine that Patty could
not tell one from another.
Patty was the girl who owned
Biddy and her ten little chickens.
But Biddy could see plenty of dif-
ference between her chickens.
Biddy could see that one had
longer legs than the others.
Biddy could see that one was
Biddy could see a very, very small
black feather starting to grow on the
head of one, the plumpest of the flock.
Biddy was sure that the back of
another was streaked with black.
Biddy was able to tell them apart
by such marks as these.
Biddy's chickens did not give her
They were always good to mind.
They liked to run off and scratch
in the dirt; but as soon as their mo-
ther called, they would hurry back to
When Patty came out to feed
.hem, Biddy would say, "Cluck,
cluck, cluck!" very loud and fast.
Then all the chickens would run to-
gether to get something to eat.
Every morning, before she went
to school, Patty brought them fresh
water in a tin pan.
She fed them with dough made of
She always brought the dough in
a bowl which had red and blue
stripes around it.
One Saturday she forgot to carry
the bowl into the house.
She left it on the ground and
went into the garden to pick cur-
Then Biddy went to it and ate the
few crumbs of dough she found in-
Some of the chickens flew up
and stood on the edge of the
At last they all got down and went
off, except one.
By and by this one tried to get
But he tipped the bowl, and it up-
It fell over him and covered him
He was frightened to find himself
shut into this dark place.
He peeped as loud as he could for
Biddy saw the bowl when it fell.
She knew that her chicken was
But she could not get him out.
She was very unhappy.
She wished and wished that Patty
would come back.
But Patty did not come.
A rom the garden she went into the
There she sat down to sew a ruffle
on her new pink apron.
Poor Biddy had to wait and worry
all the afternoon.
CHAP. II.-HOW THE CHICKEN WAS
Just before sunset Patty went into
the kitchen to stir up some dough
for the chickens' supper.
She could not find the bowl. She
looked around for it.
At last she remembered that she
had left it out of doors. So she went
Biddy saw her. She ran to meet
She said, Cluck, cluck, cluck! "
The chickens followed her, and
Patty counted them.
She counted them every night.
She found there were only nine.
Oh, Biddy, you have lost one of
your chickens," said she. That is
too bad! we must try and find it."
She came toward the place where
the bowl lay. She heard the lost
"There!" said Patty, I hear it
crying. Where can it be? "
She looked among the weeds and
She looked under the currant
She looked through the sage-bed.
She did not think to look under
How strange it is that I cannot
find that chicken," said she. I will
feed Biddy, because she seems to be
very hungry, and then I will have a
She took up the bowl to bring some
Out ran the missing chicken.
He ran as fast as he could, and
got into the flock.
How Patty laughed when she
-saw him run out from under the
She came back soon with a nice
supper for them.
After they had eaten they all
wiped their bills on the grass.
Then Biddy walked off to her
house.to go to bed.
Biddy's house was a barrel turned
down on its side.
The chickens followed their mo-
ther into the barrel.
Biddy was very thankful to have
her family together again.
They soon were fast asleep.
Then Biddy put head under her
right wing and went to sleep, too.
-. E. N. B.
THE SURGEON BIRD.
Did you know that birds could
act as physicians and surgeons?
Physicians cure those who are sick.
Surgeons cure people who are hurt.
This story is about a little bird
who was a surgeon.
Two birds were building a nest
under a study window.
A gentleman sat in that study
He watched the birds.
They were building the nest of clay.
They brought round bits of wet
clay in their bills.
They stuck these bits upon the
After they had worked busily for
a while, they would perch on a tree
There they would sit and look
at the rest.
Sometimes they would fly down
and tear away all that they had
Sometimes a part of the nest
would fall down.
Then the birds would sit and
think how to build it better.
Right in the middle of their work
an accident happened.
One of the birds stepped on a piece
of broken glass.
It cut her foot very badly.
But Mrs. Bird was a brave little
She wished to keep on with her
She did keep on until she was
faint and sick and could not fly up
from the ground.
Then she lay down. She closed
her eyes. She looked very sick.
The other bird looked at her anx-
Then he turned around and gave
HELPING MRS. BIRD.
three loud, strange cries.
Soon several birds came flying
about to see what was the matter.
A little surgeon bird came with
He looked like the others, but he
soon showed that he was a surgeon.
He brought a bit of wet clay in
He ground it fine with his own
Then he spread it on the bird's
sore stiff foot, just as a surgeon
spreads a plaster.
Next he took in his bill a long
green corn stalk which lay near.
He flew up on a tin water pipe
under the window.
One end of the corn stalk was.
near the lame bird.
She understood what to do.
She took hold of it with her bill
and helped herself up on the water
Then the surgeon helped her into
the half-built nest.
Poor Mrs. Bird! It was very hard
to be sick, and to move into a half
What do you suppose the little
surgeon bird did next?
He went to work and helped Mrs.
Bird finish the nest.
Then he flew off home.
Could the gentleman in the study
have been kinder or wiser than that
THE STORY OF PEEP.
Peep was a duckling.
She lived in a pen near the kitchen
Agnes' papa made the pen.
When Agnes went to school,
Peep was always shut up in the
Before school was out Agnes'
took Peep out
of her pen.
PEEP WAITS FOR AGNES.
gate and wait for Agnes. Agnes
always found Peep at the gate when
she came home.
Peep was always glad to see
She would follow Agnes all about
When Agnes sat down to read
or knit Peep sat on her feet.
If she played with her dolls,
Peep played too.
Peep sang all the time; a qu-er
little duck song.
Agnes always kept a little : acer
of meal and water in the corner
of Peep's pen.
So Peep could eat whenever she
Peep's meal used to go off very
Agnes would mix a saucer full
in the morning.
In a short time it would all be
But Peep would be as hungry as
Agnes said," Peep, you eat a great
deal, but you do not grow fat. What
is the matter? "
But one day Agnes found out
what was the matter.
She put Peep in her pen and
went in to dinner.
She heard Peep scream. She ran
Her papa and mamma ran out too.
There was a great rat in the pen.
He had caught poor little Peep
by one leg.
He was trying to drag her off!
He had eaten up Peep's meal
every day, and now he wanted to
eat Peep too!
But papa killed the naughty rat.
Poor Peep was very badly hurt.
Mamma bound up the hurt leg,
and Agnes tended her pet the whole
Peep soon got well, and Agnes
loved her better than ever.
Peep has grown into a fine large
She still likes to wait at the
gate for Agnes.
-C. H B.
Swallows have long wings. They They make their nests up in the
can fly fast. top of the roof, so high up that cats
But they do not sing so sweetly as cannot climb to them and catch the
some birds do. young birds.
In summer we see large flocks of They fasten the nests to the side
swallows. of a beam.
They go away before winter They stick them on with mud.
comes. The mud grows hard and keeps
All swallows build their nests in them from dropping off.
queer places. Some swallows build their nests
Some build them in barns. These in banks. These are called bank-
are called barn-swallows. swallows.
Barn-swallows are very friendly I should think the dirt would fall
with each other, in and spoil their nests, but it does
Several families live in the same not.
barn. When you go past a bank where
they live, you can see the small
round holes where they go in.
But you cannot see the nests.
Some times the nests are many
feet from the outside of the bank.
people do not often have fires.
You may often see them flying
about old houses and going in at the
tops of the chimneys.
If you should go into the houses,
They are very nice warm nests.
They are made of fine hay, and
lined with a few large soft feathers.
Some s-wallows build their nests
in chimneys. These are called chim-
SThey choose those chimneys where
you might hear them too.
The young swallows make a loud
noise when the old birds come to
feed them. They chirp and flut-
In the night the noise of their
wings sounds like distant thunder.
The chimney-swallows have a
poor, rough nest.
It is made of small sticks. It has
no soft lining.
It is fastened against the side of
the chimney half-way up.
Did you ever see a swallow ?
-M. E. N. H.
THE TROUBLES OF PIGEON BLUE.
THE three doves, Pigeon Snow,
Pigeon Pearl, and Pigeon Blue, were
Pigeon Snow was the eldest, Pig-
eon Pearl came
next, and Pig- ., .. -.,
can Blue w\as
doves lived in a pretty dove-cote.
Pigeon Snow and Pigeon Pearl
were happy doves; but Pigeon Blue
was full of trouble.
Her two sisters spoiled all her
Pigeon Snow was always saying
" Don't, don't, Blue and then Pig-
eon Pearl would say it after her,
"Don't, Blue Don't !"
It was so in winter, it was so in
In winter Pigeon Blue could
never sit out on the roof of the
dove-cote with any comfort.
"Don't go out, Blue!" Pigeon
Snow would say. It is just the day
for the hawks to see you."
Don't go, dear Blue," Pearl would
say, for the hawks will get you."
Pigeon Blue might have paid some
attention to what her sisters said, if
the hawks ever had got her.
But the hawks never had got
So Pigeon Blue felt her sisters did
not know what they were talking
about; and she went out and sat on
the roof of the dove-cote as much
as she liked.
Now it was summer; and the
hawks could not see them as they
sat up in the apple-trees.
The leaves were thick and hid
them from the hawks.
'They could see the hawks sailing
overhead, but the hawks could not
But Pigeon Blue took no comfort.
Snow and Pearl did not like it
because she flew down into Mrs.
Bly's hen-yard after corn.
I would not go there, dear sister
Blue," said Snow. Bessie Bly's big
gray cat is often in the yard. She
will catch you some day."
Yes, dear Blue," said Pearl, the
big gray cat will catch you if you go
Now, if the gray cat ever had
caught her, Pigeon Blue might have
paid some attention to the advice.
But the gray cat had never caught
So Pigeon Blue flew down and
ate corn with the hens as often as
But one day the gray cat did catch
Pigeon Blue. He carried her in his
mouth into the kitchen.
Come here, sir! said cook in a
The gray cat was always well-fed,
so he was not hungry.
He let the cook take the tremb-
ling dove out of his mouth.
Pigeon Blue was not much hurt,
and Bessy Bly carried her home to
After that, Pigeon Blue believed
the cat would catch her, and she
staid at home.
She never flew down after corn
But she did not believe that a
hawk would catch her.
When it came winter again she
went up as usual, and sat on the
roof in the sunshine.
Pigeon Snow and Pigeon Pearl
begged her to come down.
But she would not.
Pshaw !" said she. The hawks
won't touch me.
Besides, I am so nearly the color
of the roof, they won't see me.
If they catch anybody it will be
that white hen in the doorway of
the barn. She is white. She can
be seen at a very great distance."
But one day a hawk came down-
Off he sailed with something in
It was not the white hen.
It was Pigeon Blue.
Then Pigeon Blue believed that
the hawks would catch her.
But it was too late. There was
no kind cook to save her from being
This time no one brought her back.
Ned was Hugh Mason's pet
-He was full of mischief.
He was saucy.
He was noisy.
Yet everybody liked him.
He was handsome. He was
friendly. He was always good-
Hugh often wondered how Ned
could play so many pranks and yet
keep good friends with everybody.
Ned carried off grandpa's pipe.
He hid grandma's spectacles.
He dropped mamma Mason's
silver thimble into a hollow tree.
He picked papa Macon's pock-
He seemed to swallow Hugh
Mason's marbles. No one could
guess what he did with them, if he
did.not swallow them.
He went to the neighbors and
NED MAKES BABY MASON'S ACQUAINTANCE.
He knew where they made cheese.
He knew when they made it.
He used to go and sit on the side
of the cheese-tub and scream.
The kind dairy-maid knew what
he wanted. He wanted cheese-curd.
She would feed him all he could
Then he would fly home with a
piece of cheese-curd in his mouth.
He liked to- come into -the house
and tlfk. He- always said "Caw,
caw, caw," just as loud as he
One day a little baby girl came to
the Mason house. Everybody asked,
" What shall we do with Ned now?
He is such a noisy fellow !"
Everybody answered I don't
know. He is a very noisy fellow.
He will surely waken her."
The first day Hugh watched Ned
all the time. Hugh kept Ned out of
the house that day.
But oh, how Ned did scold!
The next day Hugh did not watch
quite so closely.
Ned slipped into the house.
He went straight to mamma
He flow to the cradle where Baby
Mason was sleeping.
He lighted orn the side of the
He said Caw, caw, caw;" but he
said it in a whisper.
He took Baby Mason's little soft
fingers in his great horny beak.
He felt of her tiny pink ears.
He touched her wee dot of a
But he did it all so gently that
Baby Mason did not wake.
After that he was allowed to visit
Baby Mason as often as he liked.
-S. P. B.
Swans are the most beautiful of
,ll the birds that swim in the
They have smooth round bodies.
They have long slender necks.
They can swim faster than a man
Those swans that are found in
North America are white all over.
Some that live in South America
have white bodies and black necks.
In far-off countries there are swans
that are entirely black.
Swans are not fond of the land, so
they stay on the water the most of
They eat roots and plants that
grow along the shore.
They build their nests in the
rushes and coarse grass by the edge
of the water.
Sometimes they build their nests
on little islands.
They lay seven or eight eggs.
They set on them six weeks before
the baby swans are hatched.
It is not safe to go near the old
:swans when they have families, for
.they will fight very hard.
Sometimes they will take their
young ones on their backs and carry
them away from a place where they
have been disturbed.
Under the outside feathers of
swans there is a thick, soft down.
People use this down to trim
garments with. Muffs and tippets
and many other things are made out
of swan's down.
A long time ago, in England, all
the :wans in the country were under
the care of the king.
The king would not allow
one to keep swans except
princes, or the richest people.
If any persons stole swans'
they were shut up in prison.
Swans live to be very old. S
times they have been known to
almost a hundred years.
Boston children can see swans on
the pond in the Public Garden.
There are boats on this pond built
in the shape of swans.
The live swans sometimes swim
along by the side of these boats as
though they believed they were real
swans. It is a funny sight.
-MH E. N. H.
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HOW THE DICKSON CHICKENS WERE SAVED.
CHAPTER I. THE CHILDREN TRY.
It was no use to expect to keep
One after another, they would
The Dickson children were almost
They had tried so hard to save the
pretty, downy,little creatures.
Charlie and Kate kept good watch.
Every time they saw a bird fly over,
they would run and cry, A hawk! a
Fanny and Bertha ran about and
swung their sunbonnets, whether
they saw any signs of danger or not.
They frightened the hens, and that
is all they did do.
White Wings lost a chick in the
Brownie mourned over the loss of
a darling at noon.
At night a piercing shriek from
Speckle told that the last of her
brood was gone.
Then Sammy brought out the old
Mr. Hawk seemed to know what
the gun meant.
For a few days he staid away.
But one day, when the family were
at dinner, down he came, right be-
fore the open door.
That time he carried off the nicest
A HAWK! A HAWK !
chicken in the whole flock. After
that Sammy ate his meals on the
woodpile with the gun by his side.
It was not very comfortable. The
hot sun shone down on his head,
and blistered his face.
Sue came out with an umbrella.
But Sammy would not have it.
He said he couldn't see the hawk
if he should come. Besides, he
wouldn't come with a great umbrella
Then why not put up the um-
SAMMY MEANS TO SHOOT THE HAWK.
brella and leave it?" Sue asked.
Sammy said he meant to shoot
But by-and-by he had to go to the
well for a drink of cold water.
As soon as he was gone -whiz!
swoop kut-kut-ka-daw-cut! Away
flew Mr. Hawk with a fat young
CHAPTER II. GRANDPA TRIES.
Then grandpa set up a scarecrow.
Scarecrows are used in cornfields
to frighten away the crows that come
to pull up the corn.
So grandpa thought a scarecrow
might keep Mr. Hawk out of the
This is the way grandpa made the
He cut a big limb from a tree.
It was six feet long, about as tall
as a man.
He trimmed off all the branches
except two near one end. These two
branches were the arms.
Then he fixed it to stand in the
Next he wound it with straw.
Then he dressed it in a old blue
soldier's overcoat. The two branches
went in the sleeves.
He fastened an old hat on the
Next he tacked some strips of
bright tin on a long narrow board,
and made the scarecrow hold it up.
So at last the scarecrow was a ter-
rible-looking man, with a, very big
But it was of no use.
Mr. Hawk soon found out that
the wooden gun could not fire a
shot, and the straw man could not
run or even say, Shoo !"
So Mr. Hawk's family still had
spring chicken for breakfast, dinner,
CHAPTER III. THE KINGBIRDS TRY.
"Get up, children! Good news!"
called grandma early one morning.
What is it ? they asked.
"Kingbirds," said grandma.
Ah," said Sammy, Mr. Hawk
will have to look out now Sammy
had heard of king-birds before.
Mr. Hawk did have to look out.
Bertha ran in after breakfast, quite
out of breath.
"Do come, mamma!" she cried.
"Two big bumble-bees are chasing
that hawk !"
Sure enough! Mr. Hawk was fly-
ing as fast as he could.
But he could not escape from the
two bumble-bees as little Bertha
called the two kingbirds.
How the tiny creatures did dart!
Sometimes they were over him.
Sometimes they were under him.
They pecked at his eyes.
They plucked out his feathers.
They followed him out of sight.
They gave him just such chase
every time he came.
The fourth time they chased him
was the last.
Mr. Hawk never came near the
Then the kingbirds built a nest up
in the spruce tree.
THE KING BIRDS SAVE THE CHICKENS.
There they raised four little birds,
then four more.
Now there are ten kingbirds on
the Dickson farm.
I think the Dickson chickens will
be safe after this.
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WHO HAD THE CHERRIES.
How red the cherry trees shone as
Ben and Bobby drove in at the big
gate with papa!
____AN EARLY BREAKFAST.
AN EARLY BREAKFAST.
Papa had just been down to the
depot for his little boys. They had
come home for the long vacation.
They both stood up in the buggy
when they saw the cherry trees, and
swung their hats.
The ripe cherries glittered among
the green leaves all over
the trees, as the sunset
i light struck them.
I'll be up in those
y trees long before sun-
rise !" said Bobby.
S." I too," said Ben.
4_ A half-dozen little fel-
lows did have a break-
fast of ripe juicy cherries
next morning before sun-
But Ben and Bobby
were not among them.
Ben and Bobby were
_\( fast asleep.
Six bright-eyed black-
birds had the early juicy
Nobody ever heard of
a blackbird that lay abed
late in the morning!
But they left plenty of cherries for
the little boys.
GERA\LDI TIIINKS OF HIS LITTLE PE1T.
GERALD'S TAME ROBIN.
It was Saturday.
Little Gerald was going to spend
the whole long, sunny afternoon in
He ran down the lane like a little
He sprang over the fence. He
whistled as he ran across the field.
He was too happy to walk.
But when he reached the cool,
shady woods, he stopped a moment
to take a long breath.
He heard a loud chirp.
It sounded as if under his feet.
Some young bird must be around
here," thought Gerald.
He stepped carefully.
HIe did not wish to step on the
He looked under every bush.
He looked among the old dead
The sound was very near this time,
Gerald started back a step.
He had almost put his foot on a
very young robin.
He put out his hand to take it up.
The bird tried to flutter away.
Then Gerald saw that one wing
He lifted the bird tenderly. He
was sorry to frighten it, but he could
not leave it there, for fear something
might catch it.
He did not know what to do for
the robin, so he took it home to his
She said he might keep it.
Gerald made a soft bed in a basket.
Then he carried his little patient up
But first his mother put a soft
bandage around its body to keep the
broken wing in place.
Then Gerald ran out to the cherry
He knew that old robins liked
He carried a ripe red cherry up to
his little bird.
He put it close to the tiny bill.
But the sick robin only looked at
Gerald with his bright round eyes.
He is too frightened to eat,"
thought Gerald. He laid the cherry
in the basket and stepped softly from
When he came back, he was de-
lighted to see two or three little
holes in the cherry.
Gerald knew then his bird was
going to live He gave her a name.
He called her Bess Robin.
Little Bess Robin did live.
Such a hungry little bird as she was I
She ate cherries. She ate straw-
berries. She ate raspberries. She
ate bread and milk.
But she would not eat any thing
unless she could eat it out of Ger
GOOD-BY, BESS ROBIN I
In a few weeks Bess Robin could
fly as well as any bird.
Then Gerald knew what he ought
So one day he put Bess Robin in
a covered basket. He carried her
to the woods where he h.d found
Then he bade her good-by.
He felt sorry.
He thought he should never see
her again. But he did.
The next April when robins came,
as Gerald sat thinking of his little
pet one day, a robin pecked at the
Gerald thought the robin acted
It flew off a little way, then came
back and pecked again.
Gerald saw that one wing lop-
ped a little.
He quickly opened the window.
He hoped it was Bess Robin.
The bird flew in. It did not seem
When it flew to Bess' old haunts
and feeding places, Gerald knew that
it was Bess Robin.
Gerald fed her and petted her.
She seemed glad to get back. She
flew all about the house.
But by and by she wished to go
Gerald opened the window, and
away she flew.
Gerald built a shelf outside, and
put food on it.
He wanted Bess Robin to know
that he expected her again.
Sure enough, she soon returned
with a mate.
Bess enjoyed the shelf. She hop-
ped all over it. She came back to it
a great many times that week.
At last she and her mate began to
build a nest on it.
By and by the nest was finished.
Soon four pretty, sky-blue eggs
filled the nest.
Bess sat there day afte- day. She
liked to look in the win -w and see
Gerald and his mother.
She never stirred when Gerald
came to talk to her.
But if a stranger came to see the
pretty sight, Bess flew away.
One morning Gerald did not find
He found four funny little birds
in the nest.
They opened their mouths wide,
when they saw a big boy bending
over the nest.
O, what mouths they had!
They seemed to be all mouth.
Soon Bess came with their break-
fast. Then their mouths opened
wider than ever.
Gerald called his mother.
Both watched the little birds a
Gerald said baby robins were not
But they grew to be so handsome
Gerald was sorry to part with them.
When they were able to fly well,
they all left their home by the win-
dow, and Gerald saw them no more.
But he hopes they will come back
THE KING'S LESSON.
Did you ever hear of Frederic,
the Great ?
He was King of Prussia.
Prussia is a country in Europe.
King Frederick was a great soldier.
King Frederick may have been a
great man, but he was neither a
wise man, nor a good man.
There were some things that he
did not know as much about as
little American boys know.
King Fredtrick was very fond of
He had a large orchard of cherry-
One day he saw some robins sit-
ting on one of his finest cherry
He was afraid that the birds
would eat all his cherries.
He made a law that all small birds
should be killed.
He said that he would give six
pennies to any one who would bring
him the heads of two birds.
The first year a great
many birds' heads were
brought to Frederick.
He had to pay more
than ten thousand dol-
lars for them.
The next year not
half so many birds'
heads were brought.
He paid only five
hundred dollars for
The third year only
three pairs of birds'
heads were brought.
All the birds had been.
Any little American
boy could have told
King Frederick what
would happen. There
were no birds to eat p (',
So the apple-boiars
came and killed the apple-trees.
The locusts came and ate the
The beetles and bugs and worms
that eat leaves came and ate the
green leaves of the trees and
"WELCOrME 1ACK AGAIN I"
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There was trouble throughout the
country about the swarms of insects.
People said that there would be
no food for winter because the crops
were all destroyed.
Even the forest-trees were dying.
Frederick was sorry that he had
made so foolish a law.
He said that he would give six
pennies to anyone who would bring
two living birds into the country.
Back came the birds !
Swallows, sparrows, robins, larks
and thrushes were brought to eat
up the insects.
There was plenty of insect food
for them, and they increased very
In a few years the woods were
filled with birds again.
When the birds came back the
crops began to grow once more.
The fruit trees began to bear fruit.
The forest trees looked green and
BACK CAME THE BIRDS
BACK CAME THE BIRDS!
The people began to grow rich
and happy again.
After this lesson the Great Freder-
ick was willing to share his cherries
with the birds.
What a queer name for a bird!
But it is a very good name for
this kind of a bird.
This bird does not hop; 1
When he runs, he wags his tail
r~~ Pl.a __Y -Z _(I
When this bird alights on the
limb of a tree he wags his tail.
He likes to
\ follow the cat-
tie and sheep
/ about the
S. c:lse totheir
- feet. Many
: tin\ insects
-e -- ------ li\c in the
S\- When the
coi\\ s and
on the grass,
-- the inl-ects fly
out of it.
The wagtail catches them and
While he eats them he wags his tail.
He likes worms. He sees a
worm when it is part way out of
He seizes it and pulls. Out comes
I like to see a wagtail pull a
worm out of the ground.
All the time he is pulling he
wags his tail.
The wagtail lives about ponds
He likes fish.
He catches the little minnows in
While he is catching them he
wags his tail. So you see that
wagtail is a very good name for
this kind of a bird.
There are many kinds of wag-
The bird in the picture is the
He is black and white.
He builds his nest near brooks
Sometimes he builds his nest
Sometimes he builds it in a
pile of stones.
-F. A. H.
One day, twen-
ty years ago, an
-- Indian was hunt.
'' ing in northern
S .', Wisconsin.
S,.. 1;. This Indian's
name was Chief
Chief Sky came
to a tree. In the
top of this tree
was a large nest.
The nest was an eagle's nest.
Chief Sky cut down the tree.
He found two young eagles in the
He took the young eagles home.
He fed them. He took good care
He wished to give them to his
pappoose for playmates.
One of the little eagles died. The
other was purchased by some sol-
These soldiers gave the eagle to
All the soldiers in the regiment
were very proud of their eagle.
They named him after President
Lincoln. They called him "Old
They made a perch for him on
their standard. His perch was just
below the flag.
"Old Abe" always marched with
his regiment. He was in many bat-
tles. He lost many feathers in bat-
When the war was over, the sol-
diers left him in the care of the
State of Wisconsin.
He lived in Madison. Madison
is the Capitol of Wisconsin.
In winter he lived in a room in
the Capitol building.
In summer he lived on the Capital
Every morning Old Abe's keep-
er used to give him a live bird or
animal, such as a rabbit or a squir-
rel, for his breakfast.
One morning a white chicken was
given to Old Abe."
Poor little chickie was frightened.
"Old Abe" looked at it. He
seemed to feel sorry for it. He
placed it in the sunny corner of his
He gave it some corn for its
At night he gave it a part of his
perch. He sheltered it from the
cold with one of his big wings.
"Old Abe" has been in many
places. He went to Philadelphia to
attend the Centennial.
He went to Boston to attend the
Old South Church fair.
He often visited the western cities.
He attended soldiers' reunions.
He went to fairs. He marched in
processions. Thousands of his pho-
tographs were sold. Some of his
cuills were sold for five dollars each.
In this way he earned many thou-
sands of dollars for the sick and poor.
He made many friends. But none
of his friends could be so greatful
to him, as the little chicken must
Last March "Old Abe" did not
seem well. The doctor came. Nur.
ses did all they could for him. But
after a week's sickness poor "Old
Abe died of a disease of the lungs.
His body will be preserved in the
Capitol that was so long his home.
-S. P. B.
WHAT DAISY DID.
It was the middle of winter.
The snow lay deep and white
on the ground.
Daisy went sleigh-riding every
Such good weather for little
But such bad weather for little
How the snow-birds wished for
"a thaw! "
Even the seeds on the old weed
stems were almost gone.
But it did not thaw.
Those that used to hop around
the door-steps of Daisy's house
were almost discouraged.
They were afraid they should
starve before the thaw" came.
But one day, before it was too
late, Daisy began to think about
She knew they could not get
anything to eat unless they were
Then she remembered what she
had read about a man in England
who was very fond of all birds
"I can do so too," said she.
"I will ask brother to help me.
And it will be such good fun!"
There was a large tree in front
of Daisy's house.
When Daisy talked with Jack
about her plan, he went at once
and looked at the tree.
Yes," said he, I can climb
Then Daisy went down stairs
and talked with Cook.
Cook said she would do her
Cook's part was to save all the
bones, big and little, on which any
meat was left.
Jack's part was to climb the
tree and tie the bones to the
branches, every day.
The birds' part was to come
in flocks, and pick the meat off.
They looked very funny as they
swung about on the bones.
Daisy's part was to watch them
fly up into the tree to pick at the
bones, and to feel glad she had
thought to do it.
They all were happy-Cook, Jack,
the birds and Daisy.
Anybody can do this kind little
deed for the birds.
A TRUE STORY ABOUT A HEN.
I ONCE knew a very smart old hen.
At the time I knew her, this hen
had ten little chickens.
One hot morning these ten small
chickens became very thirsty.
They were very restless. And
Sll _- continually.
THE MOTHER HEN FINDS SOME WATE1
Their mother was very unhappy
about it. She ran to and fro.
She brought them worms.
She brought them seeds.
She brought them bits of young
cabbage and young lettuce from the
But the ten chickens all wanted
So the mother hen began to look
At last she found some in a high
tub near the wood-shed.
She could fly up and drink from
this tub, But the little chick-
/ ens could not fly so high.
S They cried for water harder
than ever when they
saw their mother
S --- The mother hen
-e 7 stood on top of the
tub and tried to think
what she could do.
She saw a large
Stone near the tub.
She saw a little hol-
low in this large stone.
She gave a glad cackle.
She filled her bill with water.
Then she flew down. She poured
the water from her bill into the hol-
low of the stone.
Then she called her chickens to Then they all went off to the
drink. wheat-field, together.
She filled this hollow again and Did you think a hen knew so
again, until every little chicken had much?
had all the water it wanted. -L. W.
THE BIRDS OF THE TUILERIES.
LED-IING: THE BIRDS.
Every pleasant day an old man
used to walk in the Garden of the
Tuileries. This garden is in Paris.
Paris is the chief city of France.
This old man used to feed the
He always carried bread. in his
pocket. He broke it up and scatter-
ed the crumbs.
The little sparrows flew down.
They picked up the crumbs.
They came close to his feet.
They were not afraid.
But the gentle ring-doves would
light on his head and arms.
They would stand on his shoulder.
They would take the crumbs from
When the old man went away,
the birds flew back to the trees.
The people did not know his
name. So they called him "The
Birds' Friend." Was not that a pret-
ty name? -M. J.
.'.Vr"r , ,-i.-1
SOME OF NANNIE'S QUEER ACQUAINTANCES.
Did you ever see an eagle?
I saw one once. It was flying.
Another time I saw some eagles
in a cage in Central Park, New York.
It was a big cage; but it was not
big enough for eagles.
They sat quite still on the perches.
Once in a while a feather fell off
from one of them.
They looked very cross. I do not
wonder at it.
They wanted to fly up in the air.
I was a very little girl when I saw
the flying eagle. I was only four
I was playing in the dooryard at
My home was in Vineland.
My little sister Sue was with me.
She was not quite two years old.
She had just begun to walk.
- LL '
SUE AND I WERE SITTING ON THE GRASS.
It was Saturday, and mamma was
Sue and I were sitting on the
We were picking buttercups.
I was holding a buttercup under
her chin to see if she liked butter.
Just then it grew dark. I looked
A little way above our heads was
a very, very big bird,
ONCE I WAS CARRIED OFF BY AN EAGLE.
He was between us and the sun.
His shadow fell on us. That was
why it grew dark.
I screamed and Sue screamed.
Mamma ran out, and she screamed.
Our big brother Ned was hoeing
in the garden.
He dropped his hoe and ran to
fetch his gun.
He fired and killed the eagle.
It measured nine feet from the tip
of one wing to the tip of the other.
Ask your papa to show you how
much nine feet is.
Then you will know how big the
Ned said it was big enough to
carry off Sue.
It was a bald eagle.
Many years ago in Scotland a great
golden eagle did carry off a baby.
The people were hay-making.
The baby was lying on a heap of
Away off to the north were some
high and rocky hills.
The golden eagle had a nest in
He saw the baby.
Down he came, rushing through
the air straight to the spot where
the baby lay.
He seized her in his talons. He
flew away to the hills.
All the people ran after him.
They began to climb the hills.
There was a great company of
men and women.
The way was very steep and rough.
Soon they began to grow tired.
Then all went back but the mother.
She kept on. She climbed up
the steep rocks.
She had to take hold of the bushes
to keep from falling.
Her feet and hands were soon
scratched and torn by the sharp stones
By and by she reached the eagle's
It was made of sticks. Three
young eagles were in it.
Baby lay right among the eaglets.
She was fast asleep !
You may be sure the mother kissed
and hugged her.
Then she wrapped baby in her
She tied the plaid fast around her
She could not carry baby in her
She must hold on to the bushes
with her hands.
Then she began to go down.
Once she almost slipped down a
Then she lost her way.
She saw no path.
Just then a sheep came by with
her little lamb.
The sheep belonged to the flocks
down in the valley.
The mother said to herself, The
sheep knows where to go with het
little lamb. I will follow her."
So she followed behind the sheep,
They got back to the hay-field in
the valley at sunset.
This baby lived to be a pretty
little girl, and a very pretty grown-
I used to think a great deal of
She was my neighbor. Her name
was Pretty Patty Periwinkle.
She talked a little.
She could speak her name.
She wore a beautiful dress. It
glittered in the sun like a silk gown
of many colors.
She spent a good 'deal of time
smoothing her dress.
When she was smoothing her
dress she often talked.
She said, Pretty Patty Peri-
winkle Pretty Patty Periwinkle I
I'm a beauty I I'm a beauty I Jist
It sounded very queer.
But Pretty Patty Periwinkle was a
On sunny days her cage was al-
ways hung outside the door.
THE SCOTTISH MOTHER'S GUIDE
THE SCOTTISH MOTHER'S GUIDE,
One day a strange cat came into
the yard. He spied Patty.
She was holding a piece of cracker
in her claw, and eating it.
Patty was very polite.
e bowed to the cat, and sai&
vish you could have seen that
hen Patty spoke to her.
She never had heard a
bird talk before. She
S She ran off. Her tail
was as big as your arm !
One day a man brought
my father a load of oak
Our garden joined Pat-
', She was hanging out
The man backed his
Sload to the door of the
S He was just going to
take off a stick when
-" somebody said Kk I "
(That is rather hard to.
spell. It is the sound we
make, you know, when
we want a horse to go.)
e horse began to walk.
en somebody said "Whoa!"
e man then backed him again
Then he began to unload.
Again somebody said Kk "
The horse started off. Then some-
ody cried, Whoa !"
This time the man was angry.
He looked around to see who it was.
But he could see nobody.
He thought a naughty boy must
h. hiding somewhere to tease him.
Patty was standing on one leg
looking at him.
Once more he backed his horse
to the wood-house door.
He began to unload. A third
time somebody said Kk "
But this time the man was watch-
ing. He knew it was Patty.
So he knocked at the door and
asked Patty's mistress to take her in.
When Patty saw him coming she
bowed and said:
Good-morning! Have a cracker?
I'm a beauty! I'm a beauty! Just
splendid! Pretty Patty Periwinkle!
Pretty Patty Periwinkle I Klk 1"
-F. A. H.
My little neighbor Karl is four
He lives across the street from
He digs in his mamma's flower
I dig in mine.
He gives me flowers, and I give
He sits on his door-step to rest,
and I sit on mine. We sometimes
throw kisses to each other.
Sometimes he blows through a
red nasturtium. He calls his nas-
turtiums his trumpets.
One day he sat down on the
door-step with a large sweet seed-
cake in his hand.
He had been digging hard. He
was tired and warm and sleepy.
When he had eaten part of his
sweet seed-cake he fell asleep. His
little curly head rested on the upper
When he woke, he saw a little
dove standing close by his head.
Karl kept very still; and the
dove snapped its pretty eyes, and
picked up the cake crumbs.
The next day the dove came
hopping along again.
Karl was watching for him. He
had some oats in his pockets.
His father said doves liked grain.
Soon Karl saw that the little
dove had only one foot.
"Poor little thing!" said Karl.
" I am sorry for you."
The little dove did not fly away
when he heard Karl's voice. He
was too hungry. He waited until
he had eaten all the crumbs.
Every day I saw Karl feed his
lame friend on the door-step.
He called across the street to
me that his lame friend's name was
" Dovey One-Foot."
Dovey One-Foot became so tame
that he went into the house with
One day some ladies called.
They saw Dovey One-Foot on
the top of a picture frame among
some green branches.
0, what a beautiful dove!" said
one of the ladies.
"Where did you have it stuffed?"
asked another lady.
"It belongs to Karl," said grand-
mother. She looked at Karl and
Karl went into the kitchen. He
asked the cook for some rice.
Then he came back to the room
where the ladies were.
He held up his hand. He made a
little low sweet noise.
The dove flew down. He stood
on Karl's knee, and picked the rice
from his hand.
We did not know that it was
alive!" said one of the ladies.
He is alive," said little Karl.
" He came to me. He loves me and
I love him, and his name is Dovey
One-Foot!" -K. T. W.
A TRUE ACCOUNT OF A PARROT.
My cousin Nanny has
Her name is Polly.
She calls herself Polly.
All the parrots I ever
knew were called Polly.
I do not know why parrots are nev-
er called Dolly or Molly.
Polly is very pretty.
She has bright-colored feathers.
They are red, and green and
She does not like to go into the
water and wash herself.
So Nanny has to wash her.
Sometimes this makes Polly very
Then she scolds Nanny.
After she has been washed, she
begins to dress her feathers.
If one drops out, she picks it up
in her bill.
She tries to put it on her head.
She tries to put it on her back.
She seems to feel badly because
she has lost a feather.
She likes Nanny's mother very
When Nanny's mother brings out
?: ... ..
NANNY AND POLLY.
and shawl, Polly says,
mother, good-by, moth-
She says good-by," until Nan-
ny's mother goes out and shuts the
Nanny's mother was sick last win-
ter, and Polly missed her very
One day Polly was let out of her
She went into every room, and
looked all around.
She went into the bed-room.
She climbed up on the bed.
There she found Nanny's moth.
Then Polly was glad.
She put her bill up to Nanny's
mother's cheek, and said, "Poor
Polly is very playful.
She will play with a spool.
She will play with a little stick,
just like a kitten.
She will walk around the room,
and pick the tacks out of the car-
She pulls the nails out of Nanny's
camp chair. Her bill is very sharp.
She does not allow any one, ex-
cept Nanny's little sister, to take
her. If they touch her she bites
them. But if they hold out a stick,
she will climb upon that.
Sometimes her mistress sits at
the table and sews.
Sometimes she sits at the table
Then Polly will climb up on the
back of Nanny's rocking-chair.
She will step over on Nanny's
She will creep down upon the
She will pick at Nanny's fingers,
and at her pen.
Polly is sick sometimes.
Then she moans.
She shuts up her eyes.
She draws her head down.
Nanny says, "What's the mat.
ter, Polly ? "
Polly answers, "Polly sick, Polly
wants a pepper."
Then Nanny gives her a piece of
a red pepper.
Polly eats it. She is well in a
Polly learns new words every day.
She will soon be a very wise parrot.
-M. i. H.
Did you ever see an oriole's nest?
It is fastened to a tree. It hangs
down. It looks like a little long bag,
It is made of bits of flax, and
wool, and horsehair, and any kind of
string the birds can get.
There are always two or three long
hairs which go in and out all through
an oriole's nest.
These hairs look like the darning
threads in a stocking.
Some of the strongest strings are
wound around the bough of the tree,
and fasten the nest in place.
The nest is fastened like this in
When the nest is finished, Mrs.
Oriole puts a pad of soft wool, or
cows' hair, in the bottom.
On this soft cushion she lays three
These eggs have pale purple spots
on the large ends.
Fine pale purple streaks run criss-
cross around the small ends.
I once saw two orioles building a
nest. It was in an apple tree.
This apple tree did not seem to
me a good place for a nest.
It grew by the roadside.
Noisy wagons passed under it
AN ORIOLE'S NEST.
There was a noisy tin-shop right
across the road.
But orioles are not afraid of noise.
They like to be near where people
Mrs. Oriole liked that tin-smith's
She often looked over to t!c cshop
as if she saw something that pleased
Mrs. Oriole staid in the tree and
built the nest.
Mr. Oriole brought the hair and
wool and string to build it with.
If Mrs. Oriole liked what he
brought she took it and wove it in.
If she did not like it she scolded
and sent him off for more.
Once he brought her a skein of
sewing-silk which a dressmaker had
left on her window-sill.
Mrs. Oriole liked that very much.
She gave two or three gay little
The little chirps meant, "Thank
you! Very nice! "
But when she needed the long
strips to fasten the nest to the tree,
he could not please her.
He brought two horsehairs. One
of them was a foot long.
But Mrs. Oriole scolded him. She
shook her head at the horsehairs.
Then he brought her a long piece
of red yarn.
But Mrs. Oriole did not want red
She sat down and looked over at
At last she flew down.
She alighted at the door of the
She got what she wanted at once.
It was a long piece of bright fine
The tin-smith had swept this wire
out of the shop, several days ago.
This wire was just right to fasten a
bird's nest to a tree.
I thought Mrs. Oriole showed good
sense when she took it.
I often saw that wire shining out
among the leaves of the apple tree.
MR. AND MRS. BROWN.
The Browns are my neighbors.
They came from the South some
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MR. AND MRS. BROWN.
There is a street of houses in one
of my garden trees. The Browns
took one of these houses.
After a few days I saw three pret.
ty eggs in the house.
These eggs were blue and white
with specks of brown at one end.
One day Mrs. Brown found anoth-
er egg in her house.
It was not a little blue and white
egg, like her own.
It was a great, brown, speckled
It was as large as the three blue
and white eggs put together.
Mrs. Brown looked at it.
Then she chirped to Mr. Brown to
He came and looked at it too.
Then they flew up on the telegraph
wire and talked about it.
Mrs. Brown said, I am afraid,
my dear, that this big egg may be
something dreadful when it is
Perhaps it will be one of those
horrid creatures with such long tail
feathers, and such loud voices, that
scream so in the morning before the
sun comes up!"
My dear," said Mr. Brown, we
will move at once "
They left their pretty home and
the four eggs.
They moved into the next house.
Soon there were three small blue
and white eggs in the new home.
The next week there was also one
large brown one.
This time poor little Mrs. Brown
spread her soft wings over them all.
She said nothing to Mr. Brown.
THE STREET ON WHICH THE BROWNS LIVED.
After a time there were in the
house four baby birds.
Three baby birds were small, one
In a few days the large bird filled
half the house.
One of the baby Browns was
crowded out, and fell to the ground
In a week more the large bird
could not stay in the house. It sat
in the door.
This large bird ate nearly every-
thing the mother brought home.
The little Brown babies would push
their heads from under his feathers
and cry, peep, peep," for a share !
None of us know what kind of a
bird the stranger will prove to be.
My little daughter, who watches
the Browns every day, does not like
him very well.
She says, He has no right to
adopt himself into a home where he
does not belong "
Mr. and Mrs. Brown feel quite
proud of him.
I hope he will turn out well, but I
have my doubts about that bird !
There he stands in the picture.
Look at him!
Very likely he has stood there
Perhaps he has been standing
there even longer than that.
What is he thinking about? I
do not know.
But I can tell you what he will do.
By and by he will see a frog
or a little fish.
Then he will arouse himself.
He will dart at the frog and
He does it so quickly the little
frog has no chance to get away.
There is a class of birds called
The heron is a wader.
He wades about on the borders
of the ponds and rivers. He wades
in the water at the sea shore.
Herons eat frogs, fish, reptiles,
mice and moles.
The heron has long legs. He has
a crest of pretty feathers on his head.
He can fly; but he cannot sing.
When herons are flying through
the air they make a hoarse cry.
It sounds very much as if they had
a bad cold.
Here are two verses about the
"Warm and still is the summer night,
As here by the river's brink I wander;
While overhead are the stars, and
The glimmering lamps on the hill-
"Silent are all the sounds of day;
Nothing I hear but the chirp of
And the cry of the herons winging
O'er the poet's home in the Elmwood
These verses were written by the
He is often called the children's
Its back is of a bluish color.
Its head is black and its neck is
brown. The under part of its body
is black, streaked with white.
This heron sees and hears very
quickly. It is difficult to get near
He eats at all hours of the day.
WHAT IS HE THINKING ABOUT?
poet, because he loved all little chil-
dren so well.
There are many kinds of herons.
I will tell you about some kinds
that live in the United States.
The great blue heron lives in
the United States.
This heron is very hardy. It
lives in New England even in the
He does not have his meals reg-
ularly as you do. IHe knows nothing
about breakfast, dinner and supper.
He has a good appetite. He often
catches fish in the middle of the
night, when the moon is bright.
There is another blue heron that
lives in Louisiana.
This is a very handsome heron.
The feathers on the lower part
of its back grow long like plumes.
The great white heron lives in
Louisiana and Florida. Sometimes
it goes as far north as Massachu-
It is pure white except its bill
and legs; those are black.
It is a very courageous bird. It
will defend itself with its long
Herons always build their nests
of dry sticks.
The sticks are crossed. The nest
They lay two or three eggs.
They build near the ground.
Often a great many herons build
in one place.
This place is then called a her-
onry. -P. A. H.
The heron is a tall bird.
It has long legs.
It has a long neck.
It has long feathers.
It looks large, but its body is
small and lean.
It looks large because its feathers
and its wings are so long, and be-
cause it stands so high on its legs.
When their big wings are spread,
some full-grown herons measure
five feet across.
The heron always has its home
near the water, because it is a fish-
It lives near fresh water ponds
But the heron is not a swim-
It is not like the goose, the duck,
and the swan.
Its feet are not webbed, like those
of the swimming birds.
It is a wading bird.
It has very long legs and claws, a is keeping very still while he
long neck, and a long bill. waits for a fish to bite.
When it is hungry it wades The heron is waiting for a fish
out as far as it can into shallow to swim along.
water. When it comes, he will snap it
There it stands, half an hour at up with his long bill.
Sometimes herons build their
nests in the tops of large trees.
Sometimes they build on high
banks and cliffs.
The nest is made of coarse sticks,
and lined with wool.
The heron is a lazy bird.
If she can find a nest ready
S, rW made, which is big enough, she will
1 take it.
/ tShe does not care if it does be-
S long to another bird.
She often takes a nest for her
own which some owl or crow has
She lays four large eggs.
The heron is a very cowardly
It will often run away from small
a time, without stirring once, and birds.
looks down into the water. It will never fight if it can run
It looks like a fisherman who away. -M. E. N. H.
IN THE TOP DRAWER.
The top drawer of the bureau was
open, "just a crack."
Linny stood in front of the bu-
His little flaxen head came up
even with the bottom of the drawer.
Pretty soon he reached up. He
put the tip of a rosy forefinger
in at the crack.
The tip of the rosy forefinger
touched something soft and fluffy.
Then there was a soft little flutter
in the drawer.
Then something said, Cheep,
cheep, chippety-cheep "
The rosy finger-tip began to be
Something might bite it,"thought
But it is sometimes easier to get
into bureau drawers than to get out.
It was a very small crack; and
now, when the rosy forefinger wished
get away, the small crack held on
to it very tight.
Linnie could not pull the rosy fore-
Linny's mamma thought she
heard somebody crying.
She came to the door and looked
"Why, Hamlin "she said.
are you in mamma's top
for ? "
"I am not in it," sobbed Linny.
"It is only the tippest end of my fin-
ger that is in."
O," said mamma, "it is the fin-
ger that is naughty, is it?
I think we will cut off the finger
quick, before it makes the rest of
Fingers must not go a-peepin
Linny laughed as he caught I
of mamma's scissors.
Please, mamma, it won't do
any more," he said.
Then mamma took the poor fir
out, and kissed it.
Now, please to look in
drawer," said Linny. There's sc
thing soft in there."
Yes," said mamma, sheets and
Something that says, cheep i
cheep!' said Linny.
That is a funny kind of pillow-
case," said mamma.
Mamma opened the drawer.
Out flew a pretty little robin.
He must have flown in through
the window, and into the drawer,"
said mamma. "Then somebody must
have shut the drawer before he got out.
How scared he must have been "
Birds must not go a-peeping,"
said Linny, with a roguish smile.
-A. F. B.
A SWEET SINGER.
The pretty bird on the branch
is a nightingale.
It is night.
The moon is shining far up
in the sky.
He is singing to his mate.
Her nest is on the ground
under the branches.
It is made of leaves; it is
lined with dry grass.
She is sitting on four little
By and by there will be a
nest full of nightingales!
I suppose you never heard a
Nightingales do not live in
They live in .Europe and Asia.
In winter they live in the south
of Europe and Asia, where the
weather is warm.
In April they fly north.
Many of them go to England.
There they stay all summer.
In September they fly back to
the south of Europe.
The nightingale does not sing
much in the daytime.
He likes best to sing in the
lie gets his food too in the
He eats caterpillars and beetles
The song of the nightingale is
The nightingale is sometimes
caught and put into a cage. not eat. In a few hours he died
I think it is a cruel thing to too.
catch a wild bird and shut it up The nightingale is a brown
in a cage. It ought not to be done. and very plain-looking bird.
Birds love to fly up in the Llue
sky, far, far away.
The nightingale loves its mate.
Once there were two nightin-
gales shut up in a cage.
One of them died.
The other was full of grief.
He would not sing. He would
Nlany years ago a ladv came
fromi SW-'dilun to An mrica.
She \wa a singer. Her name
w\as Jenny Lind.
She sang so sweetly the people
called her The Swedish night-
Who sings the live-long night,
In wood and flowery vale,
So sad, so sweet, so clear?
It is the nightingale.
-L. F B.
WHICH WILL GET IT ?
MR. BROWN'S six ducks are out for
their first spring swim.
There are five white ducks, and
one black one.
They quacked and quacked as they
came down from the barn-yard to the
bank of the stream.
They made as much noise as six
boys and girls.
"Yes, the ice is gone," said the
first duck, as he swam away.
We'll have a good long swim,"
said the second duck, as he, too,
The air is like summer," said the
third duck, as he, too, swam away.
See the pussy willows," said the
fourth duck, as he, too, swam away.
O, isn't this water delicious ?"
said the fifth duck, as he, too, swam
The sixth duck came last.
The sixth duck said nothing.
The sixth duck swam on as fast
as he could.
Soon the sixth duck was at the
head of the procession.
Ah, the sixth duck has seen a little
frog sitting on a log!
The sixth duck means to have
that tender frog for his lunch.
The five other ducks dip and splash
and enjoy their bath.
The sixth duck swims close by the
log. She turns up one eye. She
stretches up her neck. She opens
her long flat bill snap!
0, see she's got the first frog of
the season !" cry the five other ducks.
( Divide! divide !"
But the sixth duck makes believe
that she doesn't hear.
And now there is a chase!
How the six pairs of webbed feet
paddle! How they dash and splash
the water! How the long necks
How mad the sixth duck is! She
is growing tired. The frog is get-
ting heavy. She can't get a chance
to take even one bite.
I think the black duck will get the
frog, don't you ?
A LITTLE BIRDS' PLAY-HOUSE.
I saw a birds' play-house last week.
It was built by some little birds
that live in Australia.
It was brought to America in a
Learned men have looked at the
little building, and they think it was
built only to play in.
First, the birds make a platform of
twigs. These twigs are woven in and
out as you braid paper mats.
The play-house is built on this mat.
It is woven of fine twigs. These
twigs meet at the top, like the sides
of the roof of a house.
When the play-house is done, the
birds bring playthings into it.
They bring shells. They bring
colored pebbles. They bring colored
rags. They bring bright feathers.
They strew some of the shells and
stones in front of the door.
They lay some of the shells and
stones in rows along the walks.
They stick the feathers and rags
in among the twigs.
Then the birds play.
I don't know whether they call the
play "tag," or hide-and-seek," but
they chase each other in and out of
the playhouse, and chatter and call.
These birds are cousins to the
starling. They are called the Satin
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See how they fly and whisk
Wrens never keep still a minute.
They are always busy.
They hop all over the trees. They
go on top of the branches and
under the branches.
They search for the insects that
live under the bark of the trees,
Do you know how a wren looks ?
His back is dark brown; his
throat and breast are gray; under-
neath his body his feathers are
This wren is a very sociable bird.
He is called the house wren.
He likes to live about the barn
He would come into the house
if it were not for the cat. He hates
If the cat could catch him she
would eat him.
Wrens build their nests in all
sorts of places.
Sometimes a wren builds a nest
in a post-hole.
Sometimes he has a pretty little
house on top of a pole. He builds
his nest in that.
Sometimes he builds in a hole
in a wall.
Sometimes he builds in a box that
somebody has nailed against a wall.
See the box in the picture!
THE BUSY LITTLE WRENS.
He builds his nest out of twigs
and sticks. He lines it with feathers.
The wren always lays six or eight
eggs; they are about as big as peas.
I can tell you a charming story
about a pair of wrens.
A man hung his coat up in the
The pair of wrens were looking
for a place to build a nest.
They flew into the woodshed.
They saw the pocket in the coat.
They built a nest in the pocket.
One day the man wanted his coat.
He came to take it down from
the nail when out flew a little wren
from the pocket.
He looked there was the nest
with six eggs in it.
He did not drive away the wrens.
He got another coat to wear.
By and by the six eggs were
hatched and the six little wrens
lived in the pocket till they were
big enough to fly away.
-F. A. H.
THE FIRST SEAM.
Who sewed the first seam?
I think it was a little bird.
This little bird that sews is called
the tailor bird.
The tailor bird is never seen in
The tailor bird's home is in
The tailor bird sews its nest. I
will tell you exactly how he does it.
First, the bird selects a very large
green leaf, not too high up on the
Then he punches a row of holes
down each side of the leaf.
He punches these holes with his
Then he goes away to find some
He goes to some plant with a long
From this long stem he strips long
threads, or fibres.
He does this with his bill.
He then takes this thread, or fibre,
in his bill.
He flies back with it to the leaf.
Then he puts the thread through
THE TAILOR .IRD.
THE TAILOR BIRD.
and through the holes he has
punched along the sides of the leaf.
He does this just as you lace
He sews back and forth, back and
forth, until he has made the leaf into
a cunning green bag.
This bag has an opening at the
If one leaf is too small, he selects
two leaves, and punches holes in
the sides of both.
Then the green bag has two seams
instead of one.
He lines this bag with soft bits of
Then it is a nest. all ready for the
The mamma bird sits in it.
She swings to and fro and has a
-L. M. B.
There are one hundred and fifty
kinds of owls.
Owls fly in the night. They can
see in the dark.
They cannot see in the daytime.
The sunlight dazzles them.
So they perch all day.
search of food.
They make no
comes they go
The big owls eat rabbits and
birds and hens.
The naughty chicken that does
not like to go into the coop, tucks
her head under her wings and goes
to sleep on the branch of an apple-
In the night the great owl pounces
upon her and carries her off.
She makes a nice dinner for the
mother owl and the owlets.
The small owls are called owlets.
They eat mice and moles snd
When the little sparrow-owl
catches a bird, he picks off all the
feathers before he eats it.
This is the way an owl eats a
He tosses it up in the air. He
catches it as it falls head foremost,
and swallows it.
He swallows all but the tail.
He sits a long time with the tail
hanging out of his mouth.
What do you suppose he is think-
Then he swallows the tail.
By and by he spits out the fur
and bones of the mouse. They are
rolled up into a little ball.
The owl is the only bird that has
an external ear.
You have an external ear.
If you look at any other bird
you will see only a passage which
leads into the head.
The owl has a lid to his ear which
he can open and shut.
A CARVED OWL.
The great brown and white
horned owl lives in America.
He has feathers on his head that
look like horns.
The great horned owl makes a
very nice pet.
When he is pleased he raises his
horns. When he is cross, he flattens
All owls hiss when they are
The cry of the great horned owl
can be heard a long way at night.
He says Waugh, hoo, hoo, hoo! "
Another owl says, Whak-whah-
There is a small American owl
called the saw-whet owl.
His cry sounds like a saw.
Sometimes a traveller gets lost in
He hears the cry of the saw-whet
He thinks he must be near a saw-
So he follows the sound. Some-
times he goes for a long way. But
he does not find any saw-mill.
Owls live in hollow trees, in caves,
in barns, in towers.
They line their nests with grass
and leaves and moss.
There is an owl called the burrow-
He does not trouble himself to
make a nest.
He lives in a prairie-dog town.
The prairie-dog town is under
It has streets and houses, all dug
out by the little prairie-dogs.
The burrowing owl takes one of
these houses for his own.
When I was a little girl I went to
a show in a tent.
There were parrots and monkeys
and big snakes. There was one
very cunning monkey that rode on a
But I thought the prettiest thing
was a great white owl.
The great snowy owl lives in
He is a beauty.
-F. A. H.
Last summer Bessy planted some
vine seeds under the nursery window.
In a few days Bessy saw some
tiny green leaves where she had
planted the little brown seeds.
How happy she was then I
I did it! I did it she cried
out, when she saw them.
Every day she watched them.
Every day they grew larger and
At last, one day, her mother said,
"Now you must drive some strong
pegs into the ground. I must drive
some nails into the window-casement.
Then you can tie the ends of some
stout strings to the pegs. I will
tie the other ends to the nails.
Your vines can twine around these
strings, and run up to the top of
How Bessy enjoyed doing this I
What a happy day it was when
she saw that her vines had put out
runners and begun to climb.
Days and days went by.
The window was covered with
thick green leaves.
By and by the day came when the
first great scarlet blossom opened.
How Bessy clapped her hands.
"I did it! I did it !" she said.
Now, look out for humming-
birds!" said her mother. "They
are almost sure to come where there
are bright scarlet blossoms."
Bessy had never seen a humming-
bird. She watched every day for
one to come.
"I will help you," said grand.
Grandmamma hung a cunning
little basket in the window.
This basket was filled with snow-
On this cotton she put a few drops
of honey, and some sugar.
This was to coax the humming-
birds to come.
One day, when the vines were
full of large scarlet blossoms, Bessy
heard a humming sound.
Hum-m-m-m / Whir-r! Buz-z-z!
Bessy's humming-bird had come.
Bessy almost held her breath for
fear she should frighten it away.
The tiny bird would dip its long
fine bill first into one flower, then
Then it would flutter its pretty
gauzy wings for a moment. At last
it darted away.
After it had gone, Bessy asked
her mother if it would ever come
I think it will," said her mother.
But you must always be very quiet
when it is here."
Bessy watched all day, but it did
not come back.
The next morning, when Bessy
had almost forgotten about it, it came.
It flew toward the window a num-
ber of times.
At last it came again. This time
it brought another humming-bird
After they had hummed and buz-
zed about a few moments, in they
both flew, through the open window.
They lighted on the rim of the
sugar and honey basket.
Then Bessy's mother
Bessy stood up in a high
chair and looked at them.
S But once, as she moved
about, she frightened one
S of the birds.
What do you think it
It flew straight across
the room to where grand-
ma stood, and perched on
her spectacles I
It stayed there more
.. ? than two minutes, as if to
say, "I know this kind
lady will not let anybody
Bessy clapped her hands
and both birds flew out.
They often came to the
But they did not build
a nest there as some other birds did.
Bessy says she will have vines
and birds at every window of her
home next summer. -B. E. M.
KITTY'S FLOWER GARDEN.
LITTLE KITTY FAIRCHILD.
Every summer little Kitty
child has a flower garden.
In the fall her mamma take
many plants from the flower-bed
She keeps these plants
in the house
Little Kitty takes good
care of them all winter.
In the spring she helps
to set them out in her gar-
Kitty has a set of small
Her brother Joe has a
Joe and Ktty often work
They go out early in the
spring and rake up all the dry g
Joe carries them away in his
wheelbarrow. Then they make the
flower beds in squares and circles,
--- and sow the seeds.
There are many trees in the yard.
Many birds come every spring
and build their nests in these trees.
Last spring Kitty had put her
air- garden in nice order.
She had set out all the plants she
up had in the house.
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KITTY'S BROTHER, JOE.
grass She had tied the larger ones up to
some sticks. Joe had whittled the
sticks for her. They were round
One morning, when Kitty went
out to her garden, she
saw that the s:rillngs ish .
had tied around her .
plants were gone.
Kitty wondered \vi ,
could have been the r,.
and taken those strin.-
She asked everybody
in the house \-
about it. .
could tell her.
her plants up
When she "
went out to
the next day, all the strings were
Those strings could not go away
without hands," said Kitty.
"Well," said Joe, "we shall have
to watch, and see who comes and
So they watched the garden all
At night, before they went to bed,
they took a lamp and went out to
S The ;trin:s \-ere there.
,-- Joe said he should go out
very early in the morning
At soon as it was light enough to
see, Joe rose and dressed.
He went out very quietly.
When he came in sight of Kitty's
garden, he saw a bird pecking at one
of the strings.
The bird worked hard until he
got the string off.
Then he flew away with it in his
Joe ran in and told Kitty.
I have found the rogue that took
the strings," he said.
Kitty was up and dressed. She
ran out into the yard.
The bird came back. He went to
work on another string.
He soon flew away with it in his
Kitty and Joe watched him.
They saw him fly up into one of
the apple trees.
They knew he had carried the
strings there, to help build his nest.
It was such a cunning trick, that
they both sat down and laughed.
Kitty tied up her plants once
Then she hung some strings on
the bushes, in the yard, for the
The birds soon had their nests
Kitty's plants have not been dis-
--M. M. .
RALPH AND ROVER.
Rover is a Newfoundland dog.
Ralph is a raven.
Ralph and Rover are great friends.
Ralph often perches on Rover's
Sometimes he rides on Rover's
back all around the yard.
Rover lets Ralph pick the same
bones with him.
One day Rover got run over.
His leg was broken.
He had to stay in the stable.
Then Ralph brought bones to
Rover every day.
Ralph would not sleep on his perch.
He slept in the stable with Rover.
But one night the hostler forgot
that Ralph had not come.
He locked the doer before Ralph
What do you think Ralph did?
Ralph has a strong, sharp beak.
He pecked the stable door with
this strong, sharp beak.
In the morning there was a hole
through the stable door.
The hole was not quite big enough
for Ralph to get into the stable.
If he had worked one hour longer,
he would have got in.
This is a true story.
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A LAST WINTER STORY.
The first snow-storm last winter
came one day when Berty was
He went to bed cross.
He had been so cross all
that he had forgotten to give
pet doves their supper.
He had been so cross he
forgotten to open the door of the He heard a loud Coo, coo," on
dove-cote. The wind had -hut it. the window sill. "Coo, coo," said
But he \would not open it the large purple dove. "Where is
SBerty ? The gray dove
cooed about her supper.
S. The three other purple
^w they were.
S'-. I don't care! "growled
S bad Berty, as loud as he
S:. i could. "Gooff! You can
Stake care of yourselves
t like other birds. Go off!"
.t He threw his shoe at
them and both of his
Bert crs b s Then Berty's doves flew
Saway. They cooed- very
i sadly as they flew. They
flew back of the barn.
&. -I .They went into the hol-
low of the great oak-tree.
It was not warm like
-- :- their own house. But
S- Berty would not let
........ -. them into their own
THE SHELTER. house.
Berty was cross because his The next morning Berty's mother
mother would not let him go out gave his pets to a little boy who
in the snow-storm and make snow- would be kind to them.
balls of the snow. -S, F.
THE WINKLE FAMILY.
There were seven Chicken Wink-
kles; six real ones, and one adopted
The adopted Chicken Winkle was
much older than the six real
Chicken Winkles-as much as three
Three months makes a great
difference in a Chicken Winkle.
The adopted Chicken Winkle
adopted himself into the family.
The mother had left the six
when they were two months old.
I think the big fellow noticed
that they knew exactly where to
scratch for bugs and worms
I think he thought it would be
a good plan to stay with them,
and go with them, and scratch
where they did.
ITHE CHICKEN WINKLES ARE DISGUSTED.
But one morning it all came to
One morning, after a rain, when
they were all out scratching on the
soft wet ground, the big fellow flew
up on a stone and crew.
Cock-a-doodle-doo !" said he.
Some of the real
Chicken Winkles sat
down and looked at him.
Little Periwinkle put
her claw up to her ear,
as if the noise hurt her.
SCock-a- doodle-doo "
said he again.
Then Dick Winkle
spoke. "Do ?" said Dick,
I'll tell you what to
to do. Just go into the
barnyard with the old
ones We don't want
And the little Chicken
Winkles would never
associate with him any
He had a hard time
with the old ones."
The big fellows picked
quarrels with him, and
drove him away from every bug and
kernel of corn, until he was sorry
that he ever came. -S. E. R
The bluebird's nest was
The squirrel's nest was
There were five gay young squir.
rels in the squirrel's nest.
Harry liked the birds.
Harry liked the squirrels.
He watched the birds and the
squirrels every day.
Harry knew there was a
bird's nest in the gate-post last
OUT FOR AN AIRTNG.
hollow oak near the gate-post.
There were four pretty blue eggs
in the bluebird's. nest.
He knew there had been four
eggs in it.
He knew that the eggs had been
taken away and the nest torn up.
He knew that the nest had been
He knew that it had been de.
He could not think what could be
so cruel as to tear up that Dretty nest.
This year he told his mamma that
the bluebirds never left their nest
both at a time.
When Mrs. Bluebird wished to fly
away to rest a little while, Mr. Blue-
bird always sat on a twig by the nest.
Even when Mrs. Bluebird was on
the nest he staid near.
He did not seem willing to go
even as far as the strawberry bed to
get his wife a berry for breakfast.
Harry sometimes called him
" Lazy Bluebird."
One morning Harry saw the five
little squirrels come out of their nest.
He saw them chase each other up
and down and around the trunk of
One of them ran round and round
and chased its tail just like a kitten.
Then they all came and sat in a
row on the top board of the fence.
The old squirrels came out too.
Harry saw one of the old squirrels
creep along towards the gate-post.
He ran softly. He crept slyly.
His eyes looked full of mischief.
Harry did not like to believe that
his pretty gray squirrel could hurt
The bluebirds saw him too.
They knew he liked birds' eggs.
They did not mean to let him
have theirs this time.
So Mrs. Bluebird covered her
eggs closely with her wings.
Mr. Bluebird flew down at the
squirrel. He picked his eyes. He
picked his ears. He pulled his fur.
He tweaked his nose.
Poor old Mr. Squirrel had to
hurry off home as fast as he could go.
Harry laughed. Harry never says
"Lazy Bluebird" now.
He says Brave Mr. Bluebird."
-8. P. B.
Cow-birds are not pretty birds; The other bird sits on the cow.
and they are very lazy. bird's egg with her own and hatches it.
They never build nests. They lay The baby cow-bird is very greedy.
their eggs in other bii' :i. ts. He eats all the food. Often the
other little birds die with hunger.
The pretty little yellow bird will
not hatch the cow-bird's egg.
When a cow-bird lays an egg in
the yellow bird's nest, the mother-
bird calls the father-bird, and they
talk over it.
The father bird then goes and gets
With this, they stick the cow-
bird's egg down. Then they make
a new floor to their nest.
They lift their own eggs up to the
new floor, and make it all soft and
The cow-bird's egg never gets
warm enough to hatch.
A man once found a yellow bird's
nest with three floors in it.
There was a nice soft floor where
the little yellow birds were hatched.
There were two other floors, and
a cow-bird's egg on each.
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MARY and Nellie had a parrot.
She was not a green parrot.
She was silver-grey.
She came from Africa.
She came in a ship. The captain
gave her to their mother.
She did not talk much.
The little girls did not know how
to teach her to talk.
She could only speak her own
The little girls wished she could
speak their names.
But they liked her very much.
She was gentle and good.
Some parrots are cross. They
scold and bite.
This parrot would not bite or
She was kept in the nursery.
She had a large, round cage.
It was made of tin.
SEE WHAT POLLY DID!
It looked like silver. It was very
bright and pretty.
There was a ring in the cage,
Polly used to sit in the rin
times and swing.
She did not stay much in h
The door of the cage was
She went in and out, and
around as she pleased.
One chair in the nursery
ways called Polly's chair."
It was just like the others.
But Polly always perched
back of this chair.
What a strange-looking bir
It stands alone on a rock.
The rock is in the ocean.
Waves dash about it nig
There are no trees to buil
But this bird does not nee
g some- She never perched on the other
er cage. A cup of bread and milk was set
always in this chair for her every day.
She went to it and ate when she
She nibbled the back of this chair
was al- with her sharp beak, until it looked
as you see it in the picture.
Mary and Nelly show this chair to
on the visitors.
,,- " -i. -,
4 OCEAN BIRD.
d. It builds its nest upon the bare
This bird is a sea-gull.
ht' and Gulls love the wild coasts and
d nests They are often found in marshy
I trees. They have very heavy feathers.
Their plumage is very showy.
They are very great eaters.
They eat fish alive or dead.
They eat animals which are washed
on shore by the tide.
They even eat small birds.
There are many kinds of gulls.
-^- -- This one is called
the Great Black-
It has a very loud shrill voice.
Its cry can be heard at a great dis-
These birds are very graceful when
They wheel around in circles.
They do not dive under the
They skim their prey from its sur,
The black-backed gull is two feet
and a half long.
Its wings, when spread, measure
It weighs five pounds.
Only its back and wings are
The rest of its body is pure white.
Its bill is yellow, and is four inches
Its feet are flesh color.
The Orkney islands abound with
Look for these islands on the map.
A traveller to the Orkneys once
saw two gulls sail to the top of a
No man could get there.
They stood still and screamed as
loud as they could.
This is what they said: Go away
go away this is our country "
These great wild ocean birds ar-
They are very gentle pets,
They become fond of those whr
They are sure to fly in at dinner-
They like potatoes and buttermilk.
One family kept one of these pets
for twenty-five years.
It was jealous of the other pets in
It would flap its wings at the dog
These tame birds always seek a
high cliff to make their nests and
hatch their young.
At the Museum of Natural His-
tory in Boston you can see this bird.
It is not alive.
It is stuffed and looks as though
it were live.
You can also see its large eggs.
Will papa take you there some
He will if you tell him you wish to
study Natural History for a few
-L. H. B.
WHAT NELL FOUND.
Nell had the measles, could look about again.
She caught them at school. She sat by the window all the
She was very sick. Her face was time.
swollen. Her eyes were weak. They Her window looked out on the
had to be bandaged with a cool linen orchard.
cloth. Her room had to be kept The apple-trees were in blossom.
dark. They looked like great pink and
0, how glad Nell was when she white clouds.
The orchard was full of birds and
She had nothing to do but watch
these birds and bees.
She learned a great deal about the
ways of different birds.
She liked very much to watch
Night-hawks are large birds.
They fly about after sunset.
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They feed upon insects.
They come out to catch the insects
just at twilight.
Often they darted about among
the trees that shaded Nell's window.
Nell never saw them in the day-
But one morning she saw some-
thing strange in a tree.
It looked like a big bunch of
At first Nell thought it must be
the feather duster.
While she was looking at it, the
bunch of rough feathers straightened
Out popped a head. It was a
The bunch of feathers was a dark
It opened its bill and called,.
" Char-loltte "
"What?" answered a voice from
The voice was very hoarse.
Nell thought Char-lote might
have taken cold from sitting down
on the damp ground.
The gray bird up in the tree called
out Char-lotte many times that.
As soon as it got an answer it
would ruffle up its feathers, put its
head behind its wing, and go to
How Nell did wish she could go
out and climb that tree!
Once the bird almost tumbled out
of the tree. It spread its wings to
keep from falling. Nell saw white
spots on the under side of its wings.
THE NIGHT HAWK.
Then she was sure it was a night-
She was sure there must be a
night-hawk's nest near by.
She felt sure Char-lotte was sit-
ting on some eggs down in the
She asked Rob to search for the
nest. Rob searched. He could not
But Nell knew she could find it if
she could go out-doors.
When Nell was strong enough to
go out, the first thing she did was to
search for the night-hawk's nest.
She climbed over the fence under
the tree where the gray bird sat.
As she jumped down on the other
side, a big bird flew up.
She looked in the grass.
There were two eggs close by her
feet. Nell was glad she had not
stepped on them.
There was no nest. The leaves
and grass had been scratched away.
The eggs lay on the bare ground.
These eggs were larger than any eggs
Nell had ever seen. They were pale
green, with dark brown spots.
Every day Nell went to look at
the pale green eggs.
One day she found one egg and
one funny little bird.
Next day she found two funny
little birds, and no egg. That day
she saw the mother-bird.
The mother-bird was lighter col-
ored than the bird in the tree.
She was spotted. She was the
same color as the ground and the
old dead leaves.
Perhaps that was the reason Rob
could not find her.
The baby birds were not bare like
other little birds
They were covered thick with
Rob told his teachers at the High
School what his little sister had
The High School teachers came
to see the funny little birds.
They wanted to take the baby birds
away. They wanted to keep them at
the museum for people to look at.
But Nell would not let them rob
poor mamma "Char-lotte" of her
Perhaps the big night-hawk knew
that Nell was a friend to birds, for
the next summer he came back to
the same tree.
-S. P. B.