Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1872-10-24
Mother Cnrey's Chickens.

Mother Cnrey's Chickens.
We know what the swallow and
nightingale tell us when the April sun
shine brings them back to us, after the
dreary months of frost and snow.
They tell us that the winter is past,
and that summer is coming, as bright
and as beautiful as it was last year
And Mother Carey's Chickens, too,
have a story of their own, though it is
very different one.
The swallow is bird of the home
stead; the nightingale of the woodlands;
but the home OF these is far away upon
the sea. They know nothing of fields
and flowers; the song they sing, Gf a
song You choose to call iD is only a
long whistling note, with the echo of
the tempest in it. Their delight is ia
wind and storm, and it is amongst
these that their whole life is spent.
No bigger than our sparrows and
ehafhnches, they brave the fercest
weather. The widest tempest is but
a summer breeze to them, and the hur-
ricane, which threatens the tossing ship
with destruction, causes them no ter
ror. YeJ they have no protection, save
the loving care of that Great Creator
who has given them power almost to
walk upon the water. Aided by their
outstretched wings, they seem to run
up and down the waves; now deep in
the hollow, now upon the very or St,
with the foam dashlng over them, never
pausing to take breath, never alight-
ing. never weary and the same hand
which upheld Peter on the waters up
holds these little creatures amid all
dsngers which surround them, and
that is how they come by their real
of the word Petrol being "little Peter. "
" Mother Carey's Chickens is the
peculiar name they are called by the
salon it sounds like pet name, but
am afraid, instead of being loved, they
are hated and feared by them, because
when they come they say that wind and
storm are sucre to ONE too. They are
seldom seen in the calm and sunshine,
but let the clouds gather, and a gloom
settle over the ocean waste, then, as if
by magic, forth spring the Stormy
Petrels, following in the wake of the
vessel in tlocks, and filing the air with
their cries.
The sailors think the Petrels bring
the storm, but as it is the approach Of
the storm brings the Petrels, they
ought to be grateful to them for the
warning they give. They live upon
the small fishes and insects they col =.
lCct as thew run, as well as the oily
matter which floats on the surface OF
the sea, SO that their flesh becomes so
full OF oil that they are often shot by
the inhabitants eff nothern countries TO
do duty as lamp. They run piece
of cotton through their bodies to serve
as q wick, and then it will burn as
brightly as q candle. They also throw
up a kind of oil for the feeding of their
young
But where are their nests and where
are the homes of these wanderers of the
seal They seem to live upon the foot
and the wing, and to know no rest save
the tossing, heaving waves 1t is only
at breeding times that they resort to
the shore, and there in the crevices of
the loneliest rocks each lays a single
egg. The egg is of beautiful pure
white, except that at the larger end
there Is a circle of pink clearly marked,
yet so faint and dreamy, it looks like
the reflection of some sunset cloud
hanging far away over the sea.
The birds are black, except a band
of white On the upper part of the tail
feathers. They are found in every re-
glon hot and cold seems all the slime
to them, if they only can have the wa
ter to walk upon and the stormy wind
to watt them along.
All | wish you and / could learn the
Petrels secret! Life is very full of
storms and tempests they may come
they will come--even to you. Bnt if
We could only glide quietly through
them as they do, what happy thing it
would he. And we may do it, if God s
peace is in our hearts. Then let the
waves beat and the winds rise, they will
not really harm us. they will only help
rs on orr way, and We shall be calm
and still and trustful amid life's cares
and trials, as Mother Carey's Chickens
upon the oceans pillows. -EHgiiSh
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