The Arizona sentinel., 1888-09-01
J. W. DORRINGTON, Proprietor.
NUMBER 40.
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In other ways, and here they were Robin was an old bird, and kneW. better than to trust himself to the mercy of his enemies, so he quietly rested on tree-branch, intending to wait till the boys had gone before re- suming his labOrs. But his red breast among the bright green leaves was too conspicuous a mark to escape boys keen eyes, and almost as quick as can write it one of them took aim with dart-blOwer, blew Justify through it, and sent a tiny, needle-like dart right into the little birds breastl With faint little chirp of pain he dropped to the ground. dead, and was quickly surrounded by the cruel boys, and passed from hand to hand, so the good shot" could be commented upon and complimented. Then they tossed the poor little dead bird into the bushes, without giving thought to the crime they had just committed.
 At homo the mother bird was worry- ing over Robins absence, and the little J was now high noon, and they had had nothing to eat since breakfast. She did not like to leave them alone, but as they grew more and moro impatient she finally concluded to go in search of Robin. Giving them many injunc- tions she flew away to the swamp, Here and there she circled, flying low to the ground, among the bushes, up in the tree branches, everywhere she thought he might be, chipping to him, calling him, her little heart filled with thousand fears. Perched on a low bush she was wondering where to go next, when ping! through the air came a stone, then another, and another, until, bruised and bewildered, she started to fly to a tree, where she thought she would be out of danger. But oh, dear! just as she rose from the bush shower of stones fell around her, one heavier than the rest striking her full on the head. She fell back among the bushes lifeless, not many yards from where the s'lme cruel boys had thrown her mate.
 In the nest the little ones were call ing Justify for food. Their little bodies, but scantily covered with feath- CTS, were chilled and cold, and they were hungry and frightened. The hours passed and they wore still alone, still hungry and cold. The sun went down, night came on, and as it grew darker it began to rain.
 ''Cheep! cheepi cheepr called the four wee birdies But only the rain drops patteriug OF the leaves answered them.
 "Cheep! chcep! eheepg they were so cold, so hungry, so frightened.
 "Cheep-- -cheep! cheep!" the nest was dripping wet, and ore little bird was lying cold and still He would never be hungry and frightened again.
 "Cheepl cheep! cheepr' The night wore on, and soon another little bird was dead.
 "Ch-e-e-p! ch-e-e-pr' The cries were growing fainter, for now there was but ono little bird living.
 ''Ch-e-e-p! ch-e-e-pT" His voice was getting more feeble, for he was chilled by the rain and the cold bodies of his dead brothers.
 ''Ch-e-e-p! ch-e-e-p! ch-e-e-pI' When the bright sun smiled in the nest the next morning, there were four dead little birds lying there, while down in tho Su-aroD nm +bo 1ret orraoc lay the bodies of Robin and his mate. Was it not cruel murder?-Marie Flddcke, in Judge'S Young FolES.