Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-11-01
ANDY's WISH.

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sqi Andy was in disgrace, and4ihi;ap very
bad humofs assWeH.i Ordinarily hetWas
such d. pleasant, bright-faced boy that
one: would hardly believe that the little,
,eross-looking, chap with the deep scowl
over his eyes could be he. !, so.
When mamma went off tothe sea-shore
for a few weeks OF change and! quiet
rest, her only trouble had been about
andy Susie and. the, baby,s nurse could
take care of, she, knew; but Andy, since
he had grown up to the dignity of a
school-boy, was not as tractable in the
nursery as he once was, and nurse had
more patience with babies and little
girls than she had for a noisy, restless
schoo1-boy of eleven. However, the
doctor said mamma must go, and leave
them all.at home. So papa had carried
her off, almost against her will. 4
Andy made so many promises to- be
good and mind nurse that she was per-
studded that he meant to keep his word
sonable, and no boy likes to be called
OFT from masking a kite to run errands..
Such ...confounded' long ones, too Qhe
adjective is Andy's own7TI should have
said, Gerry long), Then, upon his re-
turn, when he was, only making paste
for the beloved kite, to have it snatched
away from him! .'1. ',@t '
True, he was mixing it III a cut-g1ass.
goblet; but what matter? One glass was
as good as another;, indeed, if it Il had
been handy he. would have preferred a
tin cup. m. .aa-.,...y -...szi ..scrr
4. Altogether he was q much-abused
boy!,l II sitswerc mot for mamma he
would have serious thoughts Drumming
away. What a lark il would be to have
old nursey, flying around, with her cap
strings floating in the, air, drumming
up neighbors to- hunt. for Master Andy!
Il wish was not'a boy. Boys have
the hardest time of anything in crea-
ton! 1 don't want TO be a, nimiry, PIN
Try, fol-de-ro1 of a girl either! / wish I
were a bird; they don't have to mind.
Yes, I'd even like to be a hornet! Look
at that chap, hunting flies over rthere!l
He has no nurse, and / IL bet does just
as he has mind to-" Ia -
These words, uttered aloud, were
scarcely out of the little boys mouth,
when, wonderful to relate. the very hor-
net he had been envying flew up to him
and said -. -
would you really like to. be. one of
uso Remember hornets life is not
one of idleness. He must work hard
for his living. like all the rest of the
Masters lcreatures.5 Think before you
decided s+ t#e stef"
. ..2o YOU have ilursess" -
,es.Then Tn be a lpornetr" ,srf4
- How strange! At once he felt himself
growing smaller and smaller. Now
yes, he could 1fiy. It was delightful
sensation to feel himself floating through.
the air.
..Buzz! buzz!'',. went the other hornet.
So it would have sounded the day be-
FORE. Now ANDY knew he said: .'Come
with me, and I'll introduce you to the
other hornets 90 F H.. s t,,,5s
So, off they went,;s further down
toward the peach orchard. There the
family had built themselves a very GU
rious house. 1t served as a temporary
lodging house for themselves, and was
the place where eggs gTwere deposited,
whence the hornets OF the future sprang
into life. ..,f'. ~ astf ~ e
3 Andy remembered looking at this
two before. Now, to fly right into, it
was very. f,anny!,f Alkthe hornets came
to look at him. ALI buzzed and talked
so fast that he could scarcely under
stand a word they said.
He was offered a blue-bottle fly for
and as he shank from the
profered dainty, they all btEzed louder
than ever.
! Later his friend took HIM to a peach
tree, and they yregaled themselves on a
ripe peach, which was much more to
Andy,S taste . i" dep.s9EB = J
That night he slept on a limb of the
same treeTit seemed SO stutfy. in the
hornet House. .e.''''. :.
The. next. day all assembled in their
house, and each received orders from
The head of the colony. Each had to
kill So many flies and bring. them home,
to be stored up for the next generation
Of hornets. Some remained at home,
TO put the finishing layer to their house.
Andy was put among the latter, TO
earn their trade. Hard work, too, it
was. Beginning at early dawn to chew
up paper, moisten it with glue, and
smooth it on the outside of the hornet
house, was no joke. All day long he
worked, No rest, except two or three
short visits TO the peach-tree, to refresh
himself.
Then to see all the other hornets come
home. each laden with fly, sometimes
only half; dead, still struggling in the
srasp Of its captor, was to Andy disgust
he IN the extreme.
Three or, four days dragged YEARLY
IN, and he was beginning to wish that
ne could be a boy again, and run err
rands, when one morning Andy was sent
put with the others, to catch flies.
He flew with his old friend q little way,