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

not found out that you have got one
eye and one claw less than other
people 7"
"Nay, if you begin on that re,
piled Medic. Pollito, Il shall answer
that you ought to fall down dead for
shame at seeing me in such a state,
1t is your fault and nobody's else.
What sort of an egg did | come out
of, pray? Was it laid by an old
cock 2"
"No, my son." said the hen, "for
only basilisks come out of those
eggs. You were Matched from a
very wee little egg, but indeed that
was no fault of mine.'
perhaps" said Medic Politto, his
comb turning as red as scarlet, "per-
haps | shall meet with some clever
surgeon, who will put on my missing
limbs. Anyhow, my mind is made
up; off | CO."
When the poor hen saw there was
no way of turning him from his pur-
pose, she said:
| cat least, my son, hearken to the
prudent counsel of loving mother.
Take care not to pass by any
churches where there is statue of
St Peter, for that saint is not at all
fond of cocks, and still less of their
crow. Avoid also certain men whom
there are in the world, called cooks,
for they are our mortal enemies,- and
will wiring your neck as soon as look
at you. And now my son, ST.
Raphael, the patron of travellers, be
your guide. Go ask your fathers
blessing"
Medio-Pollito approached the VEN
cradle author of his existence, and,
STOPPING to kiss his claw begged his
blessing. The worthy old cock gave
it to him with more dignity than af-
lection, for he wasby no means fond
of him on account of his peevish
temper. But his mother was so
much moved, that she was obliged
to wipe away her tears with with
cred leaf.
Then Medic Pollito began his
march, clapping his wing and crow
ing three times as a signal of de-
parture.
As he arrived at the banks of
stream that was almost dried up
for it was summer-it so happened
that the slender thread of water was
hindered from flowing by a few
branches that had fallen across it's
bed. On seeing the traveller, the
Stream said
"Thou seest, friend, how weak |
am. Scarcely can l move a step,
and | have not strength to push aside
these branches that block up my
way. Neither can | make round
to avoid them, for it would entirely
exhaust me. Thou couldst easily
get me out of this difficulty by part,
ing the branches with thy beak. In
return, thou mayst not only quench
thy thirst in my current, but reckon
on my services as soon as the rains
of heaven shall have restored my
strength"
The Chicken replied
II could, but | don't choose. DO
you think | look like the servant of
dirty little streams 2"
Chou wilt remember me when
least thou thinkest," -murmured the
Stream in fainting voice.
ats very fine for you to boast"
returned Medio-Pollito, mockingly.
"Why, one would think you had just
drawn prize in the lottery, or could
be sure of help from the waters of
the Deluge."
A little farther on he met with the
Wind, lying faint and helpless on the
ground. "Dear Medio-Pollito,' he
said, sin this world we all have need
of one another. Come near, and look
on me. Seest thou what the heat of
summer has done to me? to me, so
strong, so mighty {! to me, who raise
the waves, who lay waste the fields,
whose power none can withstand
This midsummer day has killed me.
| fcl asleep, intoxicated by the per-
fume of the flowers with which I was
playing, and here thou seest me
swooning. If thou wouldst but raise
me two inches from the ground with
thy beak, and fan me with thy wing,
that would enable me to take flight
to my cavern, where my mother and
sisters, the Storms, are busy mend
ing up few old clouds that | have
torn. There they will give me some
refreshing draughts, and I shall
recover my strength"