The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1886-06-25

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The Poor Chicken horn and Raised In a
Incubator.
They were very pretty yellow chick
ems, and looked as much alike as two
peas. but, as far a know. they were
not related. Each had started out
from its separate house to take walk.
knowing nothing Of each other till
they met in the meadow. where they
were hunting bugs. They were so in
tent on their business that they stood
on the very edge Of the brook that sep
arated them before they saw each
other. ''Ohr' exclaimed Daisy, very
much startled, ''who are youP" "Yel-
lowIcgs," answered he, with very
sharp look at Daisy, who looked 50
dainty and wclI-bred, every feather in
perfect order, and eyes like stars. Elm
dian." thought Daisy. They always
give their children queer names.
I wonder how he got here! / am 50
thankful that big brook Is between
u.s." and Daisy moved little further
from the edge
what il your namer
''Daisy."
Il don't like it. You're not flower.
Daisy is the name Of flower"
How very rude!' thought Daisy.
'sE1e must belong to . queer family.
Oh, forgot! He is an Indian"
my mother called me that because
/ was white and yellow like daisy"
Mother! What in the world Is
thatp''
Daisy staggered back. Mother!
Why, mother il . mother. Ones
own dear mother"
'What is it likeP''
''She isn't it. She Is nv mother. y
said Daisy. Indignantly. 'sHaven't
you got motherf'
no. Why, ! never heard Of such .
thing before"
Never heard Of motherP Why
who takes care Of you? How do yor
sleep, with nobody to keep you warm!
How do you live, with nobody to love
you?"
why. don't know what you mean
about nobody to love YOU" and Vel.
lowlegs looked very perplexed.
why, love!-love Is mothers. and
they do every thing. They keep you
under their wings when 1t = cold; they
watch for hawks; they find worms;
they keep Of all the other chickens, 90
that you can get something to eat Oh,
mothers do every thing!" And Daisy
stood on tiptoe, and stretched her neck
10 see IL she could see her dear moth
er's gray dress with the white half
moons. where do you liveP" asked
Daisy.
s'Over in the barn across this field:
and there are hundreds of rs, and hum
dreds more in the incubator, that will
be just like US. and l can not see but
that we look as you do. I'm sure,
though. that We do not have those nice
things you call mothers"
II do not believe that You can be the
kind Of chicken for me to associate
with, If you never had mother. Are
you very naughty I'm sure I would
be II i had no mother"
mo! I'm not naughty. Just hur-
" round and get something to eat and
this Is our field" Here Daisy looked
very much distressed. mo one ever
told me to do any different"
do you ever fight over worm with
your brothers and sisters?"
II don't know what they ara" said
Yellowlegs.
mother. What l. an incubatorr'
asked Daisy.
"what !; an incubstorP why. that's
IS stupid as not knowing what
mother Is. Why. that's where came
from. Its . big box. lovely and
warm and quiet. where : man comes
and feeds you till you grow 90 big that
you must be taken out, and then You
live In the barn; and when you are big
enough they let You come out in the
yard and take care Of yourself"
Daisy, D-a-i-s-y!" "A bright, happy
look came into Daisy's face. That's
my mother" she said.
do let me Geo . mother" begged
Yellowlegs.
Please come here. mother" called
Daisy. And soon the mother and all
the brothers and sisters came in sight.
oh, Daisy. Daisyl'' said Mrs. DOM
mick, ''how you worry me BY running
away And then she kissed Daisy.
raised her wings, and Daisy ran under
them, but put her head out and said:
Mother, that pretty chicken over
The other side Of the brook has no
an incubator"
You poor little thing!' said Mrs
Dominick. 'How wish that could
get over to you. and take you right
under my wing! ! hope you've bccn
very kind 70 him, Daisy And the
mother looked down doubtfully It the
quick.tempercd little chicken that
often made her sad BY her naughty
pranks. Ycllowlegs stood on the bank
and longcd 70 get near Mrs. Dominick.
How beautiful she wasI what lovely
eyes she hadl and her voice was music.
why did ! not have ! motherP''
thought Yellowlegs. s.I'm SURE I never
would have Ian her : u,tnuko ~