The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-11-05

this much, they are quite Dig enough TO hop
around, and take care Of themselves. I sus-1
pect, although no one has told me 50. that
the unusual division OF the nest into two
rooms arises from the same desire to protect
the young which causes the tailor bird to
hide Its home In the green leaves. For the
oven builders habitation is SO carelessly
exposed that a barricade of some sort is
needed to keep enemies away.
ON KILLING BIRDS.
Boys, don't believe we agree on this
subject. says DIR. Beetle You like the fun
of firing away at whatever you see. But
what is fun to you is death to the birds.
Suppose, like human laborers, they were to
strike and declare they would work no more
for us while so badly repaid for their toll.
Or what is more likely, suppose they were
to grow very scarce. What would happen
then? The same as once occurred in France
In certain district there the farmers thought
the birds such enemies they killed them al,
OF. Then the bugs had q fine time and
grew fat. but the crops grew lean, until at
last the farmers had to send to other coun
tries and buy birds to save themselves from
famine.
In Japan they show more seLse than we,
according to travellers stories. Birds
there are called sacred ana are not II be
destroyed. If 1t was not for these good
friends of ours we would stand small chance
OF breakfast, dinner and supper. for they eat
up the armies of insects that infest the
fields. Even the much- abused crow is In
reality good fellow. heard story about
him the other day which puts scarce crows in
the wrong.
A tame crow one day followed his master
out to the squash field, where he was fight
ing his yearly battle with the striped bugs
that sometimes make it impossible 10 raise
q single squash. The crow watched his
master very intently for awhile, locking a.
him first out Of one eye and then the other,
as If to make sure exactly how the thing
was doEe, then with q jump he pounced
UPON the bugs, and from that minute took
the whole business upon himself He peered
ander the leaves, turned them over in the
most comical manner, so as to examine both
sides, and in a surprisingly short time had
the whole field cleared of the pest, he
found the business so much to his taste that
ne extended his operations, and took the
same care OF the neighbors's fields for miles
around. watching over them the whole
summer long. But, what was very singular.
ne confined himself on one side of the street,
and could Dever be induced to cross over
to the other. Another tame crow in the
same way takes upon himself the oversight
OF his masters garden. and keeps it entirely
free from worms and insects. He is not so
benevolent as the first one, however but
lets his charity end where it begins--at
home"
The DRoLL LITTLE House.
By OLIVE THoRNE.
Once upon time beautiful little house
was built in the grass by the side of brook.
1t was put up so quietly that nobody noticed
it till 1t was all done, and the family we're in.
1t was droll little house. neither white nor
brown, bat beautiful green outside.
For some time every door and window
was shut, and no one could see what was
going on inside. But at last, when every
thing was ready, and all in order from top
to toe, the little house was suddenly thrown
open, and all the world invited to call.
And they did call. tell you,-the whole
Butterfly family, in gorgeous dresses of red
and gold,-the palmer dressed, but highly
Bee family,-and I can't tell you
how many of the modest insect family.
The little house was we'll worth going to
see, too. 1t was no common building, made
Of wood or brick, with plain bare wallis
BY no means ! Every room-and there were
dozens of tbem-was hung with the most
elegant gold colored curtains. They were
finer than silk, and softer and dantier than
anything you every saw, and all fragrant
with delightful, fresh perfume. 1t was a.
home fit for any queen, tell you.
Almost every room of this curious house
has nursery, and In each one sat q patient
little mother. Droll little creatures they
were, dressed in pale gold, and never stirring
an inch away from the cradles of their babies:
with funny little husbands besides, dressed
IN the same lovely color. and wearing brown [
caps en- their heads.
The husbands were SO tall they could
stretch mp and look over the golden walls
nto the world outside, and they got uneasy
md longed to get out. But the little mothers
would not go, and they didn't want to leave
hem, so they stayed in the nursery too.
Every night when the sun went down, the
curtains were all drawn close together, and
he whole family went to sleep, and nobody
could see anything but the plain little green
house. But the first rays of the sun opened
he whole house again.
This life went on for some time, till the