Baton Rouge tri-weekly gazette & comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1865-18??, 1867-11-26

am at my last gasp for want of fuel.
L cannot think what is become Of nv
cousin, the Wind, for it is he who al
ways helps me out of my troubles.
DO bring me one or two little straws
to revive me-"
"What business is it of mine, I
should like to know ?" replied Medic
Polllto. "You may go out if you
like, and welcome. I don't want
you"
''Who knows but you may want
me some day 2" answered the Flame.
"No one cal@ay, There shall be no
harm happen unto me-"
"Now, them" said the cross crea-
ture, must you always be preach
ing? Take that, them"
And so saying. he covered him
with ashes; after which he began to
crow, as usual, as though he had
done some great deed.
Medio-Pollito at last reached the
capital, and passed in front of a
church which they told him was St.
Peters. Thereupon he posted him
self in the doorway and crowed until
he nearl y cracked his voice, for
nothing in the world but to annoy
the Saint, and to have the pleasure
of disobeying his mother.
When he came to the Palace he
wanted to 60 in to see the King and
Queen, but the sentiSels cried out to
him "Keep off"
Thereupon he turned aside and
went through back door int a
large room, where he saw a great
many people passing to and fro. He
asked who they were, and was in
formed that they were his Majesty's
cooks. Instead of running away, as
his mother had advised him to do, in
he marched with head and crest
erect.
Immediately one of the solutions
laid hands Oh him, and wrung his
neck in twinkling.
"Hullo there !" said be, "bring me
some hot water, that / may pluck
this fowl"
water, my beautiful crystal
lady!" cried Medic. Pollito, "do not
scald me, | entreat you. Have pity
on me p
"Hadst thou any pity on me when
| asked thy help, ill-natured bird ,"
replied the Water, boiling with in
dignation, and splashing him from
head to foot, while the solutions soon
left him without single feather to
cover him.
Then the cook laid hold of him
and put him on the spit.
"Fire, brilliant Fire !" cried the
unhappy bird, "thou who art so
powerful and so glorious, have pity
on my state, draw in thy flames and
burn me not -
wretch p replied the Fire, chow
darest thou appeal to me after hav-
ing attempted to smother me on the
pretext that thou couldst never need
my help? Come near and see what
| can do"
And, not content with browning
him, he burnt him as black as
cinder.
When the cook saw him in this
state, he took him by the leg and
flung him out of the window.
Immediately the Wind caught
hold of him.
"Wind !" cried Medic ollito, "my
dear and much honored Wind, thou
who reignest over all and obeyest
none, mightiest among the mighty
have compassion on me, and leave
me alone on this rubbish heap |"
"Leave thee!' roared the Wind,
snatching him away in an eddy and
him through the air like a
shuttlecock, "No, never, as long as
| live"
He set Medic Pollito down on the |
top of a steeple. St. Peter stretched
out his hand and fastened him there.
From that time forth he occupies
this post, blackened, fattened, and
featherless, lashed by the Rain and
puffed at by the Wind, from whom
be is always trying to protect
his tail.
He is no longer called Medic
Pollito, but Weathercock. But be
it known to you all that there he is
still, reaping the just reward for
his disobedience, his pride, and his
Immature"
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