Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1886-06-17
NO MOTHER.


| The Poor Chicken Born and Raised I'm an
| Incubator.
They were very pretty yellow chick
| ems, and looked as much alike as two
peas, but, as far as 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. s'Oh!r' exclaimed Daisy, very
much startled, 'who are your "Yel-
lowlegs," answered he, with very
sharp look at Daisy, who looked so
dainty and well-bred, every feather in
perfect order, and eyes like stars. I'm
dian," thought Daisy. ''They always
give their children queer names.
wonder how he got here! am so
thankful that big brook is between
u.s. and Daisy moved little further
from the edge.
what is your name?"
daisy"
uOu Inc IL. LOU Ic IfOt q uOWcIs
Daisy is the name of a flower"
''How very rude!" thought Daisy.
"He must belong to a queer family.
Oh, I forgot! He is an Indian"
my mother called me that because
I was white and yellow like daisy
Mother! What in the world is
thatP"
Daisy staggered back. Mother!
Why, mother is mother Ones
own dear mother"
'.What is it like?"
''She isn't it. She is my mother"
said Daisy, Indignantly. Haven't
you got a motherP"
mo. Why, I never heard OF such a
thing before
ssNever heard of mother? why,
who takes care of you? How do, you
sleep, with nobody to keep you warm?
How do YOU live, with nobody to- love
your
''Why, don't know what you mean
about nobody to love you," and Eel
lewlegs looked very perplexed.
''Why, love!-love is mothers. and
they do every thing. They keep you
under their wings when it is cold; they
watch for hawks; they find worms;
they keep off all the other chickens, so
that you can get something to eat. Oh,
mothers do every thing!" And Daisy
stood on tiptoe, and stretched her neck
to see if she could see her dear moth
er's gray dress with the white half
moons ''Where do you livea" asked
Daisy.
lover in the barn across this field;
and there are hundreds of us, and hum
dreds more in the incubator, that will
be just like Us, and can not see but
that we look as you do. I'm sure,
though, that we do not have those, nice
things you GALL 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 woald
be II / had no mother"
mo! I'm not naughty. I just h0r-
ny 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?"
IT don't know what they are" said
Yellowlegs.
mo, Of course not, if you have no
mother: What is an inoubatoT?'
asked Daisy.
s.What is am incubator? Why that's
mother Isl. Why, that's where [ came
from Its a big box. lovely and
warm and quiet. where a mani comes
and feeds you till you grow so big that
you must be taken out, and them you
live in the barn; and when you are big
enough they let you come out In the
yard and take care of yotlrself."
Daisy, D-a-i-s-y!' A bright, happy
look came into Daisy's face. -sThat's
my mother" she said.
"Do Let me see mother,~ begged
Yellowlegs.
'%Please come here, MOTHER" called
Daisy And soon the mother and all
the brothers and sisters came in sight.
''Oh, Daisy, Daisy!' said Mrs Dom
mick. '-how you worry me by running
away." And then she kissed Daisy,
raised her wings, and Daisy ran under
them. bat put her head out and said:
Mother, that pretty chicken over
the other side of the brook has no
motheT-only an Incubator"
s4Yoa poor little thingi' said Mrs.
Doninick. How L wish that l could
get over to you, and! take you right
under my wing! hope you've been
very kind to hinA. Daisy And the
mother looked down donbtfully at the
quick tempered little chicken that
often made hen. sad by her naughty
pranks. Yellowlegs stood on the bank
and longed to get near Mrs. Dominica
How beautiful she vast what lovely
eyes she had, and her voice was music.
.'Why did I not have a mothera"
thought Yelfowlegs- I'm sure / never
would have, left her minute.
Just then he heard Mrs. DomSnick
| say: Eyes, there are great many
chickens that hare no mother, and it's
great cruelty, and should not be al
lowed. Yes, they are just as nice as
chickens with mothers, and deserve a
great deal more credit for good be-
haviox than chickens with mothers to
| tell them what is right. Daisy, often
wonder what would have become of
yoa if you had been an incubator
chicken; for must say, my child, that
| you cause me great deal of trouble.
You run away when you know how
| that frightens and distresses mo. You
/ always quarrel with other children to
get the biggest piece and the best there
] Is to eat. You are troublesome but I
love you. my darling" And Mrs.