New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-10-14
NEwYoRK DAILY TRIBUNE SUNDAY OCTOBER a. 8sTwELvE PAGES

- Ny father recalled Tresor, and prepared to sit
down little way of under bush to eat some ao
eat pulled from my pocket white handkerchief
upon which placed the quail Look, poor or
phaned little ones There's your mother she
has sacrificed herself for you.p The young birds
seemed to breathe more rapidly when | said IL,
and their little bodies seemed to tremble still more
violently
@Will you make me present of this euaili'
asked.
what are You going to do with herP
ham am gT0 aI to bury her."
ayes there right close to the nest. Give me
your knife so can dig her little grave"
You expect the young to go and pray on the
grave ! supposep suggested my father in aston
mo- I replied "but the thought pleases me-
She belongs there, close to nest"
Without adding enother word my father looked
for his knife and handed it to me. act to work
at once TO dig the little hole. pressed kiss upon
my quape breast and placed her gently In her
grave and then flled it with earth / cut two
sticks, and after removing the bark made cross
by tying them together with some dry blades Of
Grass and this placed upon the grave.
We started soon afterward to go home. AT each
step turned to look back. The cross was white
and could see 1t far off.
That night had a dream, 1t seemed to me was
In heaven and there perched upon a tiny little
cloud, saw my quail the very same quail had
buried III the morning, only she all white like
the cross on her grave. Around heI head O. halo
VI kOiu bpIcdu Ilo luSlIoI uO uouDbi L
reward for what she had suffered for the sake OF
her children.
Five or six days after / returned IN company
with my father to tho grave The CROSS had
become little more yellow, but had remained in
its place. The nest however was empty not
trace Of the little ones was left. My father as
sured. TINT the male bird had carried them else
where Indeed at that very moment, only few
steps from where we Stood the little male flew
and !, said to myself: "NO, no; papa Is not
badw
Strange to say, from that day my love for hunt
ing left me completely, and | never even Thought
of the gun which my father had promised me.
Later, IL is true, when had become man, took
to hunting too, but never was true sportsman
One day was hunting with friend OF mine
We soon came upon some grouse. The mother pro
rose and we fired. She wes wounded, but did not
fall, and got away with her young. Proposed
following them.
Let us remain hero" my friend said. "We'n
initiate their cry and tho whole flock will return
before long,"
Ny companion knew we'll how to initiate the
call of these birds. We seated ourselves among
The bushes and NY friend began his tactics AZ
first young grouse answered, then another, and
before long the mother herself quite close to US
replied in subdued and soft voice. raised my
head and saw her approach through the grass with
all possible speed Her breast was covered with
blood The instincts OF mother were prompting
her; she evidently wished to divert our attention.
At that moment l seemed to myself a monster OF
cruelty. / and clapped my hands.
The mother flew away and the young at once be-
came SILENT My companion was furious; lie
looked at me like a mailman.
"YOu have spoiled our entire SPORT" no said:
But from that day on to kill, to shed blood,
became more and more painful TO me.