El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1898-09-03
The Love OF Birds And Beasts.

The Love OF Birds And Beasts.
sara Lewis COR Current Literature.
The 70 lowing incident goes to prove |
that evca In smple natures and un-
educated individuals the tender bud OF
the fair flower OF mercy TO dumb brutes
does exist, aud often blooms, though In
obscurity, TO the refining aud softening
OF an otherwise rough nature. Old
man Billy Elderberry told i, TO me,
aud I tell it to you iu his own Ian
gusge:
"Sc POS found out that birds could
sui sr pain ssme's folks" he said, 81
Quit a-tormentin' of 'em, an took to
lovin' OF 'em AN watchin' their cute
leetle wAys, an / soon foun' out that
them leetle'cresters had sense-horse
sense. Sho' did. One thing, / foun'
out, an your Uncle Billy's studied OF
'em more'n leetle sill these years
I've ben a browsin' roun' these here
woods. watched 'em a right smart fust
n las. / foun' out that they could
talk-yes, -ta.k-not like folks talk,
but SOS they can unnerstan' each 9TH
or.
snow, I'll tell you what l seen
'tother mornin', an II you don't agree
with me then-well, you don't know,
that's all. Well, | was a-goin' down
the railroad long thar where the high
'bapkmen' crosses Othe creek ana
swamp, when / seen befor' me on the
track five birds, and as | got closter up
| see that four OF 'em was oil uns aud
one q leetle young Teller, an by tber
Gurus prankments ] soon made out that
the two parents was s-tryin' to learn
the baby one to fly, and, dang my but
tons, eff them Z other two oil uus warn't
les a-loatu' 'rouu' thar to see the per-
Torrance, whist some mo- war hop
pin bout in the uees chatterin' Tit
TO kill, tskin' 1t all in, too. That's
the gospel truth now, an you need'n
grin.
oil uus was s-pettin', paltin' OF the
baby to git inn to fly. One OF 'em, the
NANNY, 'ud sweet to i'm jes' g sweet
an hop along befo' i'm with 'er wings
spread, and make to fly a leetle bit, jes
ID show i'm how, you know; an the
papa bird he'd sorter push the po' sea-
ry little rose along 40 tell i'm not To
be skeered, but be little man. for all
the worl' like I've seen ma hol' piece
o. candy befo' our baby an beg i'm to
come git it,whils; stan benin Tim an
push To git i'm To walk. Well, them
two birds they begged an sung an
did everything q bird could do. Why,
one OF the old 'uns scattered srouu' in
trees'd set in to siug TO i'm even, an
tell i'm to jes' ny down thar in the
swamp an git u big, fat worim, the
he'd sorter grumble, but that po' trim
lin, naked little rascal 'ud jest
scroosh up su' cheep pititul, an draw
up his wings an set still, and wouldn't
try bit. ., ,.o,,su,a on,
cusses, says he'll darn ef he's goin' to
fool with that contrary cub any long
err, an all them lookin' on, they set
up a quarlin' that 'twsrn't nothin' but
mesnness, an that chill needed spank
in bad. So the po' nanny she give
up tryiu' to show the youngster how
an went pack an' set down by her baby
an look sick sorter. an the leetle chap
jes' snuggle up clost to his nanny
like IL Was all over then, but he was
the wuss mistaken you ever saw, fer
pretty soon that same nanny she ris
up an' jumped aroun' like she war
man, an begin to Jaw like fury; she
spread out her wings an shuck 'er tail
an hoped up an down an all round
the oil man, jes' a-goin IL.
THE oil fellow he squawked back
an ses e, All right fall in now, an
give i'm thunder; I'll stan by you
Then both of 'em got clost up to the
baby, one on each side, an NANNY
she did do funny. She stood on her
tlpJOtS IeaJucTS,
crooked his neck SOS her bill mos
tech her chile. But, oh, she did give
i'm pericler dts. She squealed out.
You good .for-nuthin' lazy rascal:
maxim lax you can't fiy! Ell you don't
git up an cit au' lily down to that
swamp I'll jump on you an wear you
bowdociously out. Are you goin',
STRIP But the, lazy rascal wouldn't bulge
an all them yether birds a-looktn' on
set in to laugh. Bless your Life, the
oil lady billed over then. She fetched
u wrathy squswk, she ris up an brung
her bill down, whack! bang! whack
git up! go! whack!
"Well, goodnss. that young un he
trimbled an begged, an lodged,
but no go. Nanny jumped on i'm
scan 'lous; what q racket she kicked up
yellin' and screechin' like the dickens,
an poppin' that baby hot'n heavy.
Well, he look like he see twarn't no
SO the po' little devil he TUX u runnin'
start an then raised and hew-mighty
funny nyin-but be made it, an both
the oil uns they up'u went long with
i'm, one on each side, kinder holm
i'm up, an way down to the swamp
they flew, an sech a chstterin' an
schreechin' an fiutterin' and tskin' 90
as you never see them yether birds
done.
'They probably though lost them
selves in the swamp, so Il never see
'em no mo-. But I'll bet button that
that baby bluebird never had u learn
To tiy again. Dop't You call that senseS