The Arizona sentinel., 1886-07-03
NO MOTHER
The Poor Chicken Born and Raised in an
 Incubator.

 The Poor Chicken Born and Raised in 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 ther 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 you?" "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. "In- dian," thought Daisy. ''They always give their children queer names. 1 wonder how he got here! I am so thankful that big brook is between us" and Daisy moved a little further from the edge.
 "What is your name!
 ''Daisy."
 q don't like it. You're not flower Daisy is the name of flower"
 ''How very ruder thought Daisy. "He must belong to a queer family. Oh, 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 ike?"
 'She isn't it. She is my mother, :" said Daisy, indignantly. Haven't you got mother?"
 No. Why, I never heard of such a thing before y
 'Never heard of a 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 youP"
 "Why, I don't know what you mean about nobody to love you," and Yel- lowlegs 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 of all the other chickens, so that you can get something to eat. Oh, mothers do every thingr And Daisy stood on tiptoe, and stretched her neck to see if sbe could see her dear moth CTS gray dress with the white half moons. "Where do you ive?" asked Daisy.
 "Over in the barn across this field; and there are hundreds of us, and hun 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 call mothers"
 ''I 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 if had no mother"
 No! I'm not naughty. l just hur- " round and get something to eat and this is our field" Here Daisy looked very much distressed. No one ever told me to do any different.
 "Do you ever fight over worm with your brothers and sisters?"
 "I don't know what they are," said Yellowlegs.
 No, of course not. if you have no mother. What is an incubator?' asked Daisy.
 "What is an incubator? Why, that's as stupid as not knowing what a mother is. Why, that's where I came from. It's a big box, lovely and warm and quiet, where a man comes and feeds you till you grow so 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 see a 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 awayr' 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 mother-only an incubator.
 You poor little thing" said Mrs. Dominick. ''How I wish that could get over to you, and take you right under my wing! l hope you've been very kind to him, Daisy" And the mother looked down doubtfully at the quick tempered little chicken that often made her sad by her naughty pranks. Yellowlegs stood on the bank and longed to get near Mrs. Dominick. How beautiful she was! what lovely eyes she had! and her voice was music. ''Why did I not have a motherP" thought Yellowlegs. "I'm sure I never