The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1880-03-10

4 my fsther's request, suddenly stopped
he music, and in few miAates it went
away. We watched 1t until It reached the
path, when commencing another song, it
stopped, listened, and thsn slowly returned
to ITS place under the window. When /
left and went home there was no more music.
The toad was never again seen.
Some years previous to my marriage my
father lived in an old hall in the neighbor-
hood of one of our large towns. The grounds
were extensive. 1t was bis delight to have
a sort of model farm, which gave me many
opportunities of studying the different char
acters of the various animals upon it. Then
l saw the influence of music upon many of
them. There was a beautiful horse, the
pride and delight of as all and like many
others, he had an unconquerable dislike to
be caught. My father had so trained hi z
to obedience that he gave very little troubles
a whistle and q wave of the hand. and
Robert would come quietly TO be saddled
But IL left to our old gardener Willy, he
would lead him a chase, generally ending In
defeat One very hot summer day / was
sitting at work in the garden, when Willy
appeared streaming with PRESERVATION.
What is the matter, Wiily?"
"Matter enough, miss. There's that Rob-
ert, the uncanny beast; he won't be
caught, ali can do or say. I've give him
corn, and one OF the best pears off the tree;
but he's too deep for me-he snatched the
pear, kicked up his heels and of he is, laugh
ing at me OF the bottom of the meadow"
was very sorry for the old man, but
did not clearly see how to catch the deiin-
quent. could well believe he was laugh
ing at our old friend, for he was curious
animal.
well, Willy, what can do?' He won't
let me catch him, you know"
cay, but miss, If you will only just 60 in
and begin toon on the pesnner. cook says
be will come up to the fence and harken TO
you, for he is always ADDING that, and
maybe / can slip behind and cotch him."
i went In at once, not expecting my strata
gem to succeed. But In few minutes the
saucy creature was standing quietly listen
ing while played Scots whs haze wi Wal.
lace Bled." The halter was soon round his
neck; and he went away to be harnesed
quite happy and contented.
There was a great peculiarly about bus
taste for mus C. He never would stay to
listen to a plaintive song, l soon observed
this. liz played Scots wha haze" he would
listen well pleased. III changed the meas
ure and expression, playing the same air
plaintively, as for instance in the Land o.
the Lea" he would toss his head and walk
away, as il TO say: THAT is not my sort OF
music" Changing to something martial,
he would return and listen to me.
In this respect he entirely differed from a
beautiful COW we had. She had an awful
temper. Old Willy used to say: She is the
most contrariest beast under the sum-" II
she were in one of her i'll humors ii was
with the greatest difficulty she could be
MIXED. She never would go with the other
cows at milking time. Nancy be MIXED
with themi-that was q thing not to be
thought of She liked the cook; and when
not too busy cook would manage Miss Nsn-
cy. But if she were not very care nj, up
would go Nancy's foot, and over wonld go
the milk-can and its precious ortsnfs
When the cook MIXED her il was always
lose TO the fence, near the drawiDg-room
IL l were playing she would stand perfectly
still, yielding her milk without any trouble,
and would remsin until / ceased. AS long
as played p.alntive music-"The Land o.
the Leal, Home, Sweet Home" ROBIN
Adair," any sweet, tender air-she seemed
entranced. have tried her, and changed
to martial mnsic, whereupon she invariably
walked away.
L could give many instances of love for
music in animals. 1 will give another. /
was sitting in the drawing room one evening,
singing to mamma. 1t vas a double room
with folding doors. She was In one where
there was lamp In my room, which was
unlighted, the window was open, and close
to the window was q stand for music. When
1 ceased playing l heard peculiar sound
and was conscious there was something in
the room. / called for light There, Sit
ting on the stand, was q large white owl.
He looked far less surprised than we did In
a minute or two be stepped quietly out of
the window, and flew away. After this we
did not leave the lower sash of the window
open, but the owl still came, and sat upon
the stone outside, listening.