Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1843-08-11
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Some Obserpaiions Concerning Quail. The
Quail is The bird for me. lie is no rover. no EN-
grant He stays at home and is identified with
the soil Where the farmer works, he lives, and
loves, and Whistles In budding spring time and
IN scorchiug summer, in bounleous autumn and in
barren winter, his voice is heard from the snme
bushy hedge fence and from his customary CO.
dars. Cupidity ard cruelty may drive him to the
woods, and TO seek more quiet seats but be mer-
cifu and kind to him, and he will visit your barn
yard, and will sing for you upon the boughs Of
your appeiree and by your gateway. But when
warm May first woos the young flowers TO open
anu receive her breath, then begin the loves and
Jcalousies and dues Of the heroes OF the bevy.-
Duels too often, alas bloody and total for their
veth not an individual Of the ganaceous order,
drawer, holder, more enduring than cock quail
lighting for his lady love. Arms, too, he WELD.
eth snci as give no vain blows, rightly used. His
pnndble serves Tor Other purposes than mere BIZ
ting Of grasshoppers and picking up Indian corn.
While the dire ARRAY rages Mis- Qualina looketh
on IRON her safe perch on limb above the COM
batants impartial spoctaress, holding her love un-
der her left wing patiently; and when the van
pushed craven finally bites the DUST desceuGs and
rewards the conquering hero with her heart and
hand.
Now begin the cares and responsibilities of
welded life. Away fly the happy pair TO seek
some grassy lussock, where, safe from the eyes Of
the hawk and the nose of the fox, they may rear
their expected brood in peace, provident and not
doubling their espousals will be blessed with q
numerous offspring Dat harvest arrives, and the
fields are waving with yellow grain. Now be
wary, oh, kind.bearted GRADER and trend not in
to those pure white eggs ready TO burst into life
Soon there is peeping sound heard and 10 4! a
proud mother waIke!h magni6centy in the midst
oil her children, scratching and picking, and teach
ing them how to swallow. Happy she if she be
permitted 10 bring them up to maturity, and I'M
compelled to renew her Joys in another nest.
The assIdutes of a mother have beauty and
sacredness about Them that command respect and
reverence in all animal nature, human or inhu-
man--what lie does that word carry-except
perhaps in monsters, insects and fish. never yet
heard Of the parental tenderness of trout, eat
ing up his little baby, Of the ial gratitude of
spider, nipping the lie out oil his grey. headed
father, and usurring his web. But il you would
see the purest, the sncereg the most affecting pi-
ETY. Of parents love, startle young family of
quails, aud watch the conduct OF the mother. She
will not leave you. No, not she. She will fall at
your feet, uttering noise which none but dis
tressed mother can nuke, and she will run and
huitei and seem TO try 10 he caught, aud cheat
your outsreched hand and affect to be wing-bro-
ken and wounded aud yet have just strength en-
ough TO tumble along, until she has drawn you,
fatigued. safe distance from her threatened chill
dren and the young hopes of her heart and then
che will mount, whirring will glad strength, aud
away through the maze OF trees you have not
before, like close shst bullet, fly her skuk-
ing Infants. Listen now! Do you hear those
three hai.planlve notes quickly and clearly pour
ell out !! She is calling the boys and girls logeth-
er. She sings not now L" Bob White !" nor All,
Bob White" That is her husbands love call, or
his trnmpet-blast OF defiance. But she calls sweet
y. aud softly for her lost children. Hear them
"peep! peep! peep" at tho welconfe voice of
their mothers love They ure coming together.
Soon the whole family will meet again. It is a
foul SIN to disturb them but retread your dsvi-
Gus way, and let her hear your coming footsteps
breaking down the brars rs you renew the dam
ger. She is quiet; not word is passed between
the fearful tugtves Now, if you have the heart
TO do II, lie low, keep still, and initiate the call Of
!he hen quail. Oh, mother! mother how your
heart would die it you could witness the decep-
ton! The little ones raise their trembling heads
aud catch comfort and imagined safety from the
sound. "Peep! peep" they come to you, strain
ing their little eyes, and clustering together, and
answering seem to say, Where is she Moth.
err! mother we are here !"
knew an Ethiopian once-he lives yet in a
! novel on the brush plains of Mutswacs-who cal
led whole bevy together in that way. He first
shot the parent bird and when the murderous
villain had ranged them in close company, while
| they were looking over each others necks and
mlnglng their doubts and hopes and distresses, in
little circle, he leveed mis- cursed musket at
their unhappy breasts, and butcliered-" What (!
all my lutte ones? Did you say ?" He did,
and he lives yet Oh, lee me NOT meet that mig
ger six miles north Of Pa'chogue, in place where
The scrub oaks cover with cavernous gloom sud-
den precipice, at whose bottom lies deep lake,
| unknown but to the Kwke aud the lost deer hum
ter! Fer my souls sake let me not encouater
him in the grim ravines of the Callicoon. in Sui
livan, where the everlasting darkness of the hem
lock forests would sanctiiy virtuous murder!
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