Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1861-03-21
Be Kind to Gods Creatures.

StIteI3 L oan liIViV Sii' INV "ae 49, sANNN'o'
She was crying. There were great many
boys and girls around her; and what do
you think they were doing? Do you sup
pose they were comforting her, or trying
t. help her? No; they were making fun
of her, and teaziug her. They we're call
ing her names, and singing it out in sort
of chorus.
"Ah," said l to myself, 81 wonder if
those boys and girls know whose little girl
that is" Whose little girl do you sup
pose she was? I never saw her before
But knew whose she was She was Gods
little girl. She belonged to God. God made
her. He took care of her. God wished
her to be happy, and here were all these
children trying to make her unhappy.
1t is very strange that while all children
love to be happy, there are great many
children who don't love to have other chill.
dren happy. Some children love to make
other people unhappy.
Now listen to the story Of Park and the
Bow.Gun.
Park was boy who had a bow-guu, or
as some boys call it, cross-bow. He had
six arrows, with feathers on the shaft, to
make them fly straight; and all the boys in
the town where Park lived, were never SO
happy as when they could borrow Parks
bow.gun to shoot with.
One day, Parks cousin Josie came to see
him and after they had played around the
yard little while, they took the bow-gun,
and went off a cunning. Park let Josie
take the bow-gun, because Josie was his
guest besides, Josie was the youngest, and
Park of course wished him to have good
time
So the boys went around the house, into
the back yard, for something to shoot. Jo-
sic had the bow-gun all ready to aim, and
Park carried the arrows. The boys walked
along very carefully, like sportsmen in the
woods; pretending to be afraid of frighten.
ing the game.
"Hi," said Josie, suddenly; 81 see a
partridge. Give US an arrow, and we'll
have him"
"Where ?" said Park, as he gave him
au arrow.
Josie pointed his weapon out towards the
summer-house, where there were some chick
ems scratching in the border.
"Stop," cried Park "you mustn't shoot
those chickens ; they belong to my mother.
You must not hurt my mothers Chickens
You must shoot at something else"
What, do you think was the reason that
Park wanted to protect his mothers chick
ems? Because he loved his mother That
was the reason.
Josie was disappointed to lose his shot
but he yielded, and they walked along a lit
tie further. Josie peered about in every d.
rection for a living mark, and just as they
were passing the summer-house, he stopped,
and sigualled to Park to be very quiet
"What is it?" said Park.
''See there,' said Josie; "there, on the
seat in the summer house"
Park looked, and saw little black and
white kitten curled up, and asleep, in a
sunny place.
"There" !" said Josie, "see that young tt.
ger. Now see me wake him up"
"No no !" cried Park, "you must moi
shoot her,"
"Why not?" said Josie. She's only 6
kitten What do you care for kitten p
You're too big to play with kitten,
hope"
eyes," said Park; but that's my little
sisters kitten. You must not shoot her
she belongs to my little sister"
What was the reason, do you think, thai
Park did not want his sisters kitten to be
hurt?
Twas because he loved his sister.
Well, the boys went on further, till they
came through the garden into the orchard
Josie had shot number Of things; but they
all were lifeless things, and he did not think
there was much fun in shooting posts, and
cabbages, and sun-fowers. When they
we're going through the garden gate, he saw
robin on the fence but the robin, 1 am
very glad to say, had the good sense to see
that some boys were coming, and she flew
up into the top of a very high tree, before
Josie could take aim. There she was. ia,
beyond his reach, and twittered away as il
she were making fun of him.
i But very soon Josie saw something that
he thought was BETTER than chicken, OF
cat, or robin. He saw, up in an apple.
tree in the orchard, a large gray squirrel.
"Hist," said Josie. "There he is now.