The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1876-06-08

Butterfy-Avery great while. Clasps
for breath) OF o dear! Cruel!
Cruel Cruel-giant!
:" The Jimmy-hy flies up to the
giants ear and buzzes, Cruel, cruel,
cruel'
"a great hand strikes him off. He
gets lost in the air, and when, after a
long time, he finds his way back, the
golden-spotted butterfly is almost dead.
| 1t takes no notice of any thing around,
but whispers. now and then, family
and more family, of clover, bees, hon
ey, perfume, roses, messy banks, lily
bells, dewdrops, humming-birds, and
so passes away, in a pleasant butterfly
| vision.
" The Jimmy-hy flies up again, and
buzzes in the giants ear, .'Cruel,
cruel, erueli'
1.-The window Is opened, and he is
driven out. He flies 80 tree near by,
where sits bluebird. The bird aP-
pears frightened, and utters cries OF dis
tress.
Jimny-Bluebird, what troubles you
so?
Bluebird-There's a gun below. 1t
will kill me. o, if could only live!
Jimmy-It is strange. The butterfly
wished the very same thing. Now
what do you want to live for, bluebirdP
BEuebird-Why, to sing with the
other birds, and to swing on the boughs.
To take care of my little brides, and
to spread my wings and fly away, and
away, over the treetops. Also to go
South with the summer. 0, but we
birds have rare sport theni Have you
heard of the sunny South? Do you
know that we go where the orange trees
bloom3 We tind no frost there, but
sunshine always, and flowers, and a
mild air. And then, the fun of going
all together! We sing, we fly races in
the sky, we follow the leader. All !!
A birds life is happy life, and
"Bang!
"In Jimmy's dream the Jimmy-tly
flies down, and finds the bird on the
ground, gasping for breath Its bright
eyes are closed. Its head falls on its
breast. One little futter of the wings
dead! The bluebird will never sing
again, nor swing on the bOughs, nor fly
away and away over the treetops, nor
90 South with the summer. ..
"And here enters into the dream the
curious being spoken of just now,
namely, the Great Head-HOrner,' or
captain, with his five tall black and
white plumes, one on his hat, and two
on each shoulder. Behind him, in sim
gle file, all keeping step, march his
fourteen helpers.
Captain lin a loud voice)-Halt!
Here is the boy. Boy! step this way!
Jimnly--I am not-a boy. ANA
a fly!
Captain-Ha! ha! He says he is "a
a-fy! Ha! ha! Pass it along!
cit passes along the line. leach helper
saying to the next
"'Ha! ha! He says he is fly! Ha!
ha! pass it alOngn
Captain-If he is fly, why doesn't
he fy?
"An repeat this, one after the other,
If he is fly, why doesn't he fyP' till
the noise of so many voices sounds like
the bumbling of hoarse bumble-bees.
I" Jimmy flaps his arms, but can not
rise.
GA hollow laugh passes along the
line
Captain are you now, fly or
boy?
Jtmny-I think-I am-a-bOy.
Captaiu-He thinks-he is a boy.
We think he is Pullwinger-boy. Wheel
about, my helpers! Boy! these are my
first company of helpers. Wheel about,
my helpers! Form a hollow square
around the boy. Take him to the great
'Bondenquol." Let him see what is
being done there!
Jimmy is now taken to the great
'Bondenquol.'
Captain-First company of helpers,
begin your work. Bring in the abusers
of dumb animals! (The fourteen help
ers march Out.)
Captdip-H Helper No. l Enter!
"Enter Helper No. 1, driving before
him red-faced man who is harnessed
to a loaded wagon. Wagon moves
slowly; man pulls with all his might.
Helper No. strikes him with a whip;
man cries out, tries to move faster, but
can not. Another blow; he groans,
duivers, bends himself nearly double.
" Meantime other helpers have come /
in at other doers, each driving man,
who is harnessed to loaded wagon.
The helpers use their whips. The men
suffer pain; some of them are lame, |
some blind, some are half starved, and /
so weak that their joints tremble. The /
great Bondenquol resounds with shrieks
and groans.
.Jimn1y-(to the Captain)-What are
they hurting those men forP
Captain-To let them know how whip
blows feel. Those are the cruel. They
abuse dumb animals. Do you know
that, were horses not dumb, whoever
passes along the street would hear
shrieks and groans worse than those
you are now hearing? But come. You
are waited for. Boy-punishers, roll the
WALL
"The heavy wall moves along on
rollers. The noise of this, together
with fright at the prospect of being pun
ished, woke Jimmy from his sleep. A
cart, loaded with coal, was passing the
house. 1t came to a steep place in the
road. The horses could scarcely move.
The driver swore at them. He took his
whip and laid on the blows-terribly
hard blows!
"Jimmy ran out, his curls flying in
the wind.
"'O, don't, Mr.. driver!' he cried.
please stop whipping the poor horsesl
You don't know how it hurtsl'
"The driver could hardly tell what to
make of it, to be spoken to in that way,
and by child.
"sAnd do you know?" he asked.
"'Yes, yesI' cried Jimmy. 'ldream-
ed all about it,
"The driver looked more puzzled
than ever. He stood still, looked down
at Jimmy, and at last said he
"'Weil, to please you, III stop. I've
got little curly-headed boy myself at
home. .''-Youth's Companion.