Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1915-02-26
PARROT
!
Copyright By the Bobbs-Msrrin Company

was not to be denied.
/ Under his arm he carried a small
iron cage, patterned something like
a rat trap. It contained Rajputana
parrakeet, not much larger than a
robin, but possessor of soul as fierce
as that of Palladin, minus. however,
the smoothing influence Of chivalry.
He had been born under the caves OF
the scarlet palace in Jaipur ESQ his
history RAM; but the proximity of In
dian princes had left him untouched;
| he had neither chivalry, politeness,
nor diplomacy. He was, in fact, thor
oughly and consistently bad. Round
and round he went, over and over.
top side, down side, restlessly. For
at this moment he was hearing those
familiar evening sounds which no hui
man ear can discern-the mutterings
of the day birds about to seek cover
for the night. In the field at the right
of the road stood lonely tree. 1t
was covered with brilliant scarlet
leaves and blossoms, and justly the
natives call 1t the Flame OF the
Jungle. A flock Of small birds were
gyrating above it.
"Jah, jah, jah! Jah-jah-ja-a-a-h!"
cried the parrot, initiating the Bur-
mese bell gong that calls to prayer.
Instantly he followed the call with a
shrek SO piercing as to sting the ear
of the man who was carrying him.
"You little son of a gun!" he
laughed: where do you pack away all
that noise?"
There was strange bond between
the big yellow man and this little
green bird. The bird did not suspect
it, but the man knew. The pluck, the
pugnacity and the individuality Of the
feathered comrade had been an object
lesson to the man, at time when he
had been on the point of throwing up
the fight.
"Jah, jah, jah! Jah-jah-ja-a-a-h!"
The bird began its interminable SOM
ersaults, pausing only to reach for the
tantalizing finger of the man, who
/ laughed again as he withdrew the
digit in time.
For six years he had carried the
bird with him, through India and Bur
ma and Malacca, and not yet had he
won a sign of surrender. There were
many scars on his foreflngers. It was
| amazing. With one pressure of his
hand he could have crushed out the
life of the bird, but over its brave. I'M
conquerable spirit he had no power.
And that is why he loved it.
Far away In the past they had met.
He remembered the day. distinctly
and bitterly. He had been on the
brink of self-destruction. Fever and
poverty and terrible loneliness had
battered and beaten him fat into the
dust, from which this time he had no
wish to rise. He had walked out to
| the railway station at Jaipur to wit
ness the arrival of the tourist train
from Ahmadabad. The natives surged
about the train, with brassware. an
/ tique articles of warfare, tiger hunt
| ing knives accompanied by perennial
| fairy tales), skins and silks. There
were beggars, holy men, guides and
| fakirs.
Squatted in the dust before the door
of a first-class carriage was solemn,
brown man, in turban and clout, exhib-
iting performing parrots. It was Ra-
| jah's turn. He fired cannon, turned
somersaults through little steel
| hoop, opened a tiny chest, took out a
four-anna piece, carried it to his mas
| ter, and in exchange received some
seed. Thereupon he waddled resent
| the door, closed 1t behind him, and
began to mutter belligerently. War
rington haggled for two straight hours.
When he returned to his sordid, evil
smelling lodgings that night he pos
sessed the parrot and four rupees, and
sat up the greater part of the night
trying to make the bird perform his
tricks. The idea Of suicide no longer
bothered him; trifing though Ii was.
he had found an interest in life. And
on the morrow came the E.urasian,
who trustfully loaned Warrington ev-
cry coin that he could scrape together.
Often. in the dreary heart-achy days
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he saw the face of white man, when
he had to combat opium and bhang
and laziness in the natives under him,
the bird and his funny tricks had
saved him from whisky, or worse. In
camp he gave Rajah much freedom,
its wings being clipped; and nothing
pleased the little rebel SO much as
to claw his way up to his masters
shoulder, sit there and watch the
progress OF the razor. with intern,it-
tent "jawing" at his own reflection in
the cracked hand mirror.
Up and down the Irrawaddy. at the
resthouses, on the boats, to those OF
a iocular turn of mind the three were
known as Parrot & Co." Warning
tons amiability often misled the vari-
Gus scoundrels with whom he was at