Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1883-11-03

separate plleS- w nen tnlS was SccOru-
plished-and it was work of time, for
he exercised much discretion in the per-
Torrance, hopping from heap to heap,
cooking his eye at the fruit, and chat
tering busily all the while-he would
lift up his voice and give call which
sounded something like this: "Erif =
Eric-Eric-Ric -Ric-y-Ric!" uAtil
1 came, when he would proceed to feed
me himself, tucking the berries into my
mouth one by one with much soft chat
ter between bites. When my pile had
vanished he would give satisfied
"Chut," and then dispatch his own.
But alas! if CHANGED to be out on such
an occasion, his screams would resound
through the house with ear-piercing
shrillness, and he would allow no one
to become my substitute. Woe to that
unlucky wight who attempted it, he
was always sent away with bleeding
cheek or finger. But when returned,
what welcome he had for me! He
would fly joyously to me, and press his
soft, warm breast against my cheek and
lips so closely that could feel the little
heart which throbbed under the feathers.
Yet, though Scrap loved me best Of
all, he always preferred company to
solitude, and If was not obtainable he
would put up with some one else. One
Sabbath morning went to church,
leaving my mother at home with
headache. On my return, instead of
finding her in her own room, and seated
in her favorite rocker, l found her
perched upon cane-seat chair which
was drawn as close as possible to
Scraps cage. One of her fingers was
thrust through its bars, and she wore q
most martyrized expression of counter
ance.
"Whv, mother" said /, "what are
you here for?'
al thought this bird would split his
throat and my head with his screaming,
after you were gone" she responded,
land l was obliged to come and sit with
him to make him stop his noise; and
then he would not +. be quiet until l put
my finger in his cage, and now he will
not let me take it out for even minute;
if do he yells again till it seems rs if
he would drive me crazy"
"What does he want to do with your
finger, mother?" inquired.
ale wipes his bill on it OCCASION
ally" she answered, meekly.
Scraps "yell' was sound not to be
lightly spoken of. When he chose he
could make himself heard above the
noises of busy street for several
blocks. His song proper might sound
very musical when chanted from
breezy tree-top, but in the house must
confess that 1T seemed rather loud to
sensitive ears, especially when he tuned
up at four o'clock in the morning, as
was his customary habit At such
times, no matter where | was, or where
he was-if we were the length of the
house apart had to 60 and talk to
him q few minutes before he would
quiet down and give the inmates of the
house n chance for another short nap.
Things came to such pass, finally,
that his cage had to be set upon chair
by my bed at night, so that could
speak to him when he began his early
mathis, or there would have been no
more sleep for the household after that
time.
Circumstances compelled me to part
with Scrap-much to my sorrow-but
I had the consolation of knowing that
he found situation suited to his tai
ents, as he was presented to the princi-
pal of Young Ladies' Seminary, and
the last heard of him he was the
center of attraction to fifty or sixty nice
girls, who petted and caressed him to
his hearts content.-Eteanor a. Hunt
err, in Chicago Advance.
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