Johnstown weekly Democrat. (Johnstown, Cambria County, Pa.) 1889-1916, 1889-08-30

HIS MOTHER GIVES HIM SOME ADVICE.
such folly into your head? Never has
one of our family been known to quit hl~
country, and for this reason, we are the
honor OF our race and are proud o. ou:
genealogy. Where will you lind poulrrl
yard like tE,e-mulberry trees TO shade
you, q whiteW ashed hen roost, a magni.
ficent dunghil, worms and corn every
where, brothers that love you, and three
great dogs to guard you from the foxe I
Do you not think that at Rome itself YOU
will regret the ease and plenty Of such
life?"
Coquerlco shrugged his crippled wing
in token OF disdain. "Nou are simp.,
woman, my good mother, said h..
"overything is accounted worthy OF d..
miration by him who has never quittct
his dunghill. But have wit enough {,
see tina. my brothers have no ideas, al
that my cousins are nothing but rustic
Ny Genius is stiIIing in this hole; | Wis.
TO roam the world and seek my fortune
"But, my son, have you never looked
in the brook" resumed he poor hen
Don't you know that you lack an eye, a
leg and a wing? To make your fortun,
you need the eyes Of a fox, the legs of n
spider and the wings Of vulture. Once
outside OF these walls you are lost
"My good mother replied Coquericu
''When hen matches a duck she is al.
ways frightened on seeing it run to the
water. You know me no better. 1T l.
my nature to succeed by my wit an.
talent l must have public ca.2ble OF
apprecia ing the charms OF my parso.
my place is not among inferior people
"My son. said the hen, seeing all her
counses useless; my son, listen at
least to your mothers last words. Ii
You go to Rome, take care to avoid S..
Peters church, the saint, il is said, di-.
likes cocks, especially when they crow
Shun, moreover certain personages
called cooks and scullons; you will know
them by their paper caps, their tuck
up sleeves ana the great knives whlr
they wear at their sides. They a.,
licensed assassius, who attack our step.
VI, hout pity and cut our throats withou.
giving us time to cry mercy. And now,
my child" she added, raising her claw
'TeceiNe my blessing May st. James,
the patron saint of pilgrims, proteGt
theep
Coquerico pretended not to see the
tear that trembled in his mothers eye,
nor did he trouble himself any more
about his father, who bristled his plu
mage and seemed about to call hin
back. Without caring for those whnp
he left behind he glided through IN
half open door, and, once outside, ilapp"
his only wing and crowed thrse tim.
to celebrate his freedom, "CUgk-a-a GG,..
doc"
As he half flew, half hoped over tn.
fields, he came TO The bed OF Il Dl,,.-
which had been dried up by the sun. "a
the middle of the sands, however. si.l
trickled a tiny thread OF water, 50 ~in.l
that it was choked by a couple of dl.e.
leaves that had fallen into it.
my friend, exclaimed the streamrt
at the sight of our traveller, "my friend
you see my weakness. have not eve,
the strength to carry away the7e leave:
which ohstuIrt my passage, much less
to make Il circuit, so completely am
exhausted. With stroke OF your bcah
you can restore me to life. am not ar
migrate. II you obllge me. you MAY
count on my gratitude tn" ii st rainy
day, wnen the water from .",.,u ,,,3.,u
have restored m streng n.
"IuI aie testing, sad tUiurricu.
"D0 unI Ike one whose buslnr- IL is
to sw, ,.r the brooks? A.. Is 10 those -!
your uNn sort. And. Wi.h MS SOM.
leg, he .eaped across til" -!r.a,niet
"luu will remember ~" when yoG
least expect it, muriGnr-d the brook
but with 80 feeble a voice hat it was loni
on the proud cock.
A little farther on Coquerico saw tina
wind lying breathless on the ground.
Dear Coquerico. come TO my aid" l.
cried; 'here on earth we should hel,
saGs, other. You see TO what | i---s "a