The Pigeon Tale | Page 3

the gate,
and lifted him down, for there was ever so much more to be seen.
Over in the pig-sty the old mother sow and her family of pigs were
pushing each other out of the way to see who could get the most supper,
some of them being impolite enough to stand with their feet in the
trough, but of course that is considered correct in pig society.
The little pigs were cunning, with their bright eyes and curly tails, and
even the old sow was admirable, for she would grunt as though to say
"Did you ever see so fine a family; I have taught them that the best
things in this world must be hunted for, and to look out for themselves,
yes! they have been brought up properly, I have a right to be proud."
Laurie had never seen a real pump before, so they stopped and he had a
drink of the cool well water. How refreshing it was! Next they peeped
into the chicken house, deserted, except for a few old mother hens,
sitting on their eggs, who, when they saw Laurie, set up such a fuss that
he quickly came out again.

[Illustration: Chickens]
As they came near an old brown hen sitting in the grass, Laurie laughed
with delight when she got up, and a whole brood of downy yellow
chicks ran from under her wing.
[Illustration: Laurie with the hen and chicks]
Uncle Sam now took Laurie back to the barn to see the milking, and
they threaded their way through the dim twilight of the stable, past the
tired horses munching their oats, to the cow-shed, frightening an old
hen off her nest, where she had laid her eggs away from prying eyes in
a corner of the hay.
Laurie thought he had never smelt anything so delicious as the odor of
the sweet clover grass that hung down between the boards of the
flooring of the hay loft, and when a mouse would scurry away, he
would laugh at its being afraid of him.
Outside in the gathering twilight, the pigeons were wheeling and
circling overhead, and dipping to the ground for the corn that lay
scattered among the pebbles.
High overhead, was the dove-cote on the wagon house. "Do the
pigeons fly far away, Uncle Sam? and what are they always doing?"
asked Laurie when he had watched them for some time. "They fly ever
so far away, Laurie," answered Uncle Sam, "but always come back
again. Some pigeons you know, the carrier pigeons, carry messages,
but I do not think this kind is used for that purpose." Meantime Aunt
Laura had come out to scatter corn to the chickens, who, seeing her
approach, hurried to meet her on all sides, until she stood surrounded
by the pretty feathered creatures. Laurie begged for a handful of corn to
throw to them, but started back in dismay, when an old turkey-gobbler
reached up and picked a grain out of his hand. "What a rude old bird,"
he said, "but I wasn't a bit afraid of him, he only surprised me," he
explained to Aunt Laura quickly, for fear she would think him timid.
Just then the turkey, who was a pompous sort of creature, cocked his
head on one side, and looked at Laurie for a moment as though he

understood, then turned away.
[Illustration: "What a rude old bird," said Laurie.]
"I'm afraid you have hurt his feelings," said Aunt Laura, "you see he is
not used to little boys calling him names"--"Well, I'll not do it any more,
I'm sure I didn't know he minded," replied Laurie, "but still," he
continued, "it's not as if he really understood, he couldn't unless he
were a fairy--but turkeys, and cows and pigeons on farms are not fairies,
are they, Aunt Laura?" "I can't tell you that, Laurie," said Aunt Laura,
"for I've never seen any fairies--some animals are more sensible than
others, and some like to be petted, and are fond of being with people--if
that is what you mean." "No, that is not what I mean altogether, it's
only part of what I mean," he answered; "if the turkey-gobbler wasn't a
fairy, it ought not to make any difference to him, my calling him rude
or not, for he couldn't understand, but he looked at me in such a funny
way, with his head on one side, that he must have known what I was
saying."
[Illustration: Laurie taking off his shoes and stockings]
CHAPTER III.
"I couldn't be a bit lonely here, Aunt Laura," he said, as he was sitting
on the floor that night beside his bed, struggling to take off his shoes
and stockings all by himself, "you see even when you and Uncle Sam
are too