St. Landry democrat., 1891-03-14

| lnSy puzzle me
| Besides, I'm very sleepy now,
I've said my prayers, good night.
-Emnl0 ". Craj~ Ho'ce
Billy Black.
| Mr.. George 7. Angel, Editor of Our
| Dumb Animals, says: In all our al
dresses to the Boston public schools, and
| in many addresses elsewhere, we have
| tax en- care TO draw attention to the fact
that human llyes, particularly OF those
who have met with bereavement or other
| great sOrr0w, may be made Infinitely hap
pier by comp anionship, care, and love tor
some dunno creature, even though 1t be
only bird We are glad to find in The
| New York independent an account OF the
| happiness brought to little orphan boy,
left with no companions on lonely farm,
by the tanning of Billy Black, young
crow. From it we take some of the things
this bird did:
Charlie Carr was right in his predic-
| ton that Billy Blac'> would furnish plenty
of entertainment.
presume that never crow found more
hospitable welcome in any well-reguiated
household; and be paid his way by max
ing himself agreeable Immediately.
He knew his little master right away,
and began to utter words aim 0st as soon rs
he hao learned to say Cav"
He mimicked every sound he heard,
from the turning of the coffee-mill to the
calling of the chickens and his fame went
abroad throughout the township, and mar
vellous stories were told about him, most
of them true, am bound to confess
"Charlie, Clint, Rover" he would
Shrek, COWS in the corn p and he took
up such bad habit of flying into the cher
ry tree near neighbor Spears bedroom
window at four o'clock in the morning,
and shrieking Spear Spear! get up! get
up ~ that he had to be confined at night in
the tool house.
"That boy at Morris is sassy little
varmint,' SAID old Mr.. Charter. one day
when Billy was about year old. Every
time drive by there he hollers "Charter!
Char, Char, Char, Charter !" from the time
come in sight of the place until | get
over the hill
ut isn't the boy, it is the crow" said
Pastor Parker to whom this complaint had
been made.
II don't believe it, said the old man.
"If it's crow, | tell you what, it is a
bewitched one
Any one would think so to see him go
from morning until night" said Mrs. Nor
ris, when she heard this remark. "He
takes everything he can carry, from my
thimble to the silver spoons, and hides
them in the dovecote in the gable end of
the barn. 1only hope Clint won't break
his bones climbing up there to look for
missing articles. And such fancy as he
has for soap He takes every piece he can
find, and seems TO take intense satisfaction
in holding it in his claw and Kidding it
with his sharp bill" Although he did not
use soap for bathing purposes he was very
Clearly in bis. habits, splashing his pan of
water dry every morning, even in the
coolest weather when the ice formed on
his feathers and then going to the ridge
pole of the house to complete his toilet.
He cid many things in imitation of the
sSrot, dancing, walking backward, and
ling his head to have it scratched.
q found a hat lying about anywhere
livery slyly crawl intoit, or under
Id croak and chuckle with sat-
the ejaculation of surprise
led when visitor, picking
20, found a live crow inside.
VI of company, and no sooner
Asit down on the veranda
an afternoon, than Billy
IL hand, marching up and
+ n walk, holding himself
gre marching for the
81 ~ wing himself off, only
then to smooth his
M Sometimes he went
Il pors, walking all the
attract attention to