Los Angeles herald., 1910-10-09
JIM CROW TAKES A TRIP

One beautiful fall day Mr.. Black
Grow said to his son, Jim Grow: my
dear boy, you are getting quite grown
up. Your mother and / have decided
you ought to see little of the world"
Jim Grow said to his father: II have
lived all my life here and I have al
ways been happy, why should travel?
/ have very pretty little crow friend,
Bright Eyes, who-has beautiful glossy
feathers, and she is very fond of me;
she and 1 have been telling each other
that in a short time we would like to
set up housekeeping for ourselves"
my son." said Father Crow, your
little friend is very lovely, know, and
l think would help you build good
nest in some tall tree. but think she
a trip to improve yourself"
When Jim Grow asked Bright Eyes
if she objected to the trip she cawed
very loudly and answered: Jim, do as
your father wishes you TO do, goodby
for a time. cav! caw!"
Father and son soon packed their suit
cases and putting on their high silk
hats they started on their trip to New
York.
They had always lived in an oak tree
near a small town in New Jersey; they
started early in the morning and as
they flew rapidly over fields and rivers
they saw many objects that were new
to the son.
At noon they flew down to a fence to
get some corn for lunch; on reaching 1t
they saw a hideous object dressed in
ragged clothes, looking fiercely at them.
"Oh, father, what is that?" cried Jim
in frightened tones.
INV child, that is false man called
Mr. Scare Crow he claims to be rel
ative of ours; we would not own him.
He stands there night and day to
from eating the corn, but know from
long experience that he is harmless; eat
your fill, dear Jim. Cav! Caw!"
In the afternoon they met large guam
titles of birds always flying in one di-
rection. "Oh, father why are all these
birds flying away and leaving this
beautiful country"
my son, these beautiful birds have
yery thin plumage and are obliged to
fv hundreds of miles until they reach
the sunny south; If they did not do so
the snow and ice in winter would cause
their DEATH"
"Will we crows travel all that dis
tance south. also?"
"Not so far. and we will not start
so early in the fall my son. Cav!
Caw!'' :,
"Father, when summer comes, will all
these little brides fly all that distance
north again?" 80
eyes, my son; early in May we will
see orr nretty little friends again"
When night came they slept in some
nice warm woods; early the next morn
ding they saw the little squirrels and
chipmunks gathering nuts and carrying
them to their homes in the trees "Oh,
father, why are all these squirrels
working so hard? 1 should thlhk tney
would rather eat those nice sweet nuts
instead of putting them in holes in the
trees"
my son, the little squirrels and chip
munks must work early and late and
store all these nuts carefully away, or
where could they procure food when
the ground is frozen hard and covered
with snow and all the nuts gone from
the trees? Cawi Caw!"
Father and son continued on their
Journey and in few days reached the
city of New York; they secured lodg-
ings in a tall church steeple covered
with a vine whose leaves were fast
turning crimson.
During the day they took short jour-
news through the city, but at night
they slept safely in the steeple; they
enjoyed their visit very much and made
the acquaintance of many sparrows,
who seemed to 'enjoy life immensely.
When they reached home they found
Miss Bright Eyes swinging on a bough
of the home tree, waiting patiently for
their return. Father Grow said: NOW,
NV children. we will pick out a good
tree near to this one and you can go to
for yourselves"