Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1904-10-30
ARCHIBALD AND THE
TURKEY BUZZARD.

fly his great. new, boxlike kite. And
it flew beautifully. Indeed, it flew
with such spirit that after Archibald
had hung on for ten minutes the
string actually drew him along the
ground. He had TO run or lose his
kite. What steps he could take with
the string to help him along. When
he came to a fence bit of an extra
hop took him right over.
How long or how far he ran he
could not tell. Nor could he tell
where he was when at last stumbled
trying to jump over a haystack The
cord slipped out of his hand and poor
Archibald was left sitting squarely
on top of the haystack. Everything
around, as far as he could see, was
strange. His fine kite was fading
sEeck in the istance. AS there
was nothing else for him to do he
thought he would better cry:
What shall | ever do.
o me- o my, boo hoo.
know l must be lost, because
do not know the way
When he thought he had cried long
enough he dried his eyes and looked
about him. On the next stack sat
great big brd-larger than any bird
Archibald had ever seen, but it look
ed very melancholy. Archibald
thought it must feel worse than he
did himself SO he pitied the bird,
and presently called out to him to
know what was the matter. The
bird answered:
O me, o my, boo-hoo!
What shall ever do!
I know | must be lost because
l do not know the way.
Gust what's the matter with me,
raphed Archibald. ;.Come over to
my stack What kind of bird are
you, and how did you get lost? |
never saw so large bird as you
are
I'm a turkey buzZard,' said the
bird And with two easy flaps OF his
enormous wings it landed on the top
OF Archibald's stack.
Archibald had been taught polite
manners, so he bowed, sideways, as
we'll as he could, considering the
crowded position on the stack, ana
remarked: I'm delighted to make
your acquaintance.
Just then he came near slipping
off the edge of the stack, but the bird
reached out its wing in time and thus
feld him on. At the same time,
Archibald put one arm as far as he
could reach about the bird, lest 1t
might fall off.
eyes. I'm a turkey buzzard,' the
bird continued land I lost my way
by flying too far north.
"Why don't you turn around and
hy south?" at once asked Archibald.
The bird answered as quickly:
"That' easier said than done.
How would you fly south if you didn''
know which way was south: I'm
not going ITO make matters worse
ty flying another flap until hao"
am headed the right way.
This appeared very good reasoning
TO Archibald, who exclaimed: How
very fortunate you are to have met
me. I know all the directions. Top
north. bottom south, right hand east.
left hand west. We learn that IN
school. Did you ever go to school,
turkey buzzard?'
"No. never went to school, but
should like to know what you mean
~, .ton north bottom SOUTH Is is the
ron of the haystack you are talking
about?"
cts the top of the map, oS
course" answered Archibald, feeling
wise. The bird looked much per-
n,exed and said he didn't see where
the map came in.
Archibald felt little less conn
cent but. with an attempt to defend
beis learning, declared that the map
was in the geography, and that the
way he had said it was right.
At the risk of sliding off the hay
stack the bird lifted one claw suff1'
o;ontlv to scratch it's head and then
s,owly remarked that it had no
ao,ht Of Archibald's learning, but
that the directions didn't seem to fit
rsee here, turkey buzzard," shout
~ Archibald suddenly. "You see that
.,o getting low? NOW tnat way IS