The Pulaskian., 1920-07-29


 sang. T am so happy to be able to sing to my Maker of all the good things He has prepared on earth for His creatures. Sweet, sweet are the blessings He gives me. Sweeter, sweeter must be the good things He bestows upon the children of men. How fortunate indeed are they. Sweet. sweet, sweet he continued to sing until he saw I understood then he flew away, singing Sweet, sweet, sweet ! I have done lot of good today; have revived the courage of the Pea Pod man and he will write about us birds again. felt a great deal better af- ter this and thought it was indeed a wonderful thing that the Wandering Fairy would have the birds look after me and encourage me so when I was Respondent and sad
 About sundown I went after another bucket of water. Mrs. Austin was surprised to learn I was so sick. so she and little Marian kept me supplied with cool drinking water the next day I was sicker Saturday than ever. The old cat came to visit me Friday night and brought her baby along with her Just because they came I cooked me some breakfast, but I could not eat much Along in the afternoon I heard a great racket among the quail and Bob White and Mrs. Bob flew up into a tree west of the house and called loudly to me that the old cat was try ing to catch their babies. called to the cat and fastened her up in the house, and then I whistled to the Whites that all was safe. With deep felt thanks to me they at once re- turned to their babies, which were about half grown. Later on they had been over in the Austins field picking up peas and started to return by my house when the old cat got after them again. They promptly flew into an Ooh u CC e1Au 4dlAOo Out Ou HlC Wllu What do you mean, harboring such a beast; you know it is dangerous" I told them I was not harboring it, but was trying to feed it enough to keep it from eating baby birds. I called the cat in and, after much seolding and threatening, they returned to their family
 Sunday, Mrs Austin and Marion went visiting and l had no one to bring me fresh water It was a cloudy threatening to rain kind of a day, and when I would complain about the heat the Fairy would send a little breeze, which would blow and blow and blow until I would get too cold; then she would send another little breeze which would blow my window shutter to- Then when I would get too warm and complain she would send another lit tie breeze, which would open the win dow for me. When I complained about being so thirsty, yet I knew she could not bring me a drink, she said ''I will show you that I can" and she sent a nice little shower, which washed off the roof of my house clean; then she said, Put a bucket under the cave" and I did so and caught me a nice clean drink of water. After that it was noon Sunday and two young ladies brought me dinner. You see, nobody knew I was much sick is the reason they did not come to see me.
 Saturday night I heard great fuss outside near my house. It was MT. and Mrs Coon quarreling. MT. Coon said, You are dragging me up here to the Pea Pod mans house and he will kill us all" No, he won't" said Mrs. Coon Come on down to his sweet corn patch, it is a whole lot better than field corn, and as he is too sick to eat he will be glad for us to eat a mess of it, and so I was.
 
 Sunday night I knew I was going to get we'll because an old long-whisk- cred friend of mine from Texas came up and knelt down at the foot of my bed and prayed for me. Monday I was much better and began to wait on my self. The Wandering Fairy had a lesson to. teach me, or several lessons, in fact One was not to neglect my little friends, the birds. Only half of one of the other lessons was for me, and I suppose that she wants to teach others something also through me. This morning when 1 awoke I heard my kitten crying. It was up a tree and afraid to come down. The old cat was at the foot of the tre with a. nice