The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1892-04-13
HUMANE SOCIETY.
A good shot.


good marksman with stone or a
sling-shot, or bow and arrow, or a
crOss-bow, or an air-gun, or any
thing he took aim with. So he
went about all day, aiming at
everything he came near. Even at
his meals he would think about
good shots at the clock, or the cat,
or the flies on the wall, or anything
he CHANGED to see.
Near where he lived little bird
that had nest and five young
birds. So many large mouths in
small heads, always open wide for
food, kept her hard at work. From
dawn to dark she flew here and
there, over fields and woods and
roads, getting worms, and flies, and
bugs, and seeds, and such Kings as
she knew were good for her young
birds. 1t was great wonder what
lots Of food those five small things
could eat. What she brought each
day would have filled that nest full
up to the top, yet they ate it all and
asked for more before daylight next
morning. Though it was such hard
work, she was glad to do it, and
went on day after day, always fly
ing off with gay chirp, and back
with bit of some kind Of food; and
though she did not eat much her
self, except what stuck to her bill
after she had fed them, yet she
never let them want, not even the
smallest and weakest of them. The
little fellow could not ask as loudly
as the others, yet she always fed
him first. ODe.day, when she had
| picked up worm, and perched a
minute on the wall before flying tc
her nest, the good marksman saw
her, and Of course aimed at her, and
hit her in the side. She was much
hurt and in great pain, yet she flut-
cred and Emped, and dragged her.
self to the foot of the tree where
her nest was, but she could not fly
up to her nest, for her wing was
broken. She chirpcd q little and
the young ones heard her, and as
they were hungry they chirped
back loudly, and she knew all their
voices, even the weak note of the
smallest of all; but she could not
come up to them, nor even tell them
why she did not come. And when
she heard the call of the small one
she tried again to rise, but only one
of her wings would move, and that
just turned her over on the side of
the broken wing All the rest of
that day the little mother lay there,
and when she chirped, her children
answered, and when they chirped,
she answered, only when the good
marksman CHANGED to pass by; then
she kept quite still. But her voice
grew fainter and weaker, and lat
in the day the young ones could not
hear it any more, but she could still
hear them. Some time in the night
the motherhood died, and in the
morning she lay there quite cold
and stiff with her dim eyes still tur-
ned up to the nest where her young
ones were dying of hunger. But
they did not die so soon. All day
long they slept, until their hunger
walked them up, and then called
III til they were so tired they fell
asleep again. And the next night
was very cold and they missed theil
mothers warm breast, and before
day-dawn they all did, one after
the other, ex :epting the smallest
which was lowest down in the mes
and in the morning he pushed vi
his head and opened his yellow bill
to feed him, and so he died, too, .
last, with his mouth wide open ant
empty. And so the good marks
: man had killed six birds with on,
shot, the mother and her five youns
oles. Do you think he must be
proud boy? Should you not like t,
do the same? If you know him
please read this little tale TO him
: lie may like to hear it.-JOsepl
kirkland, in st Nicholas.
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