. Fowls of the air . away; why, I thought you were^///oo/eef, away, he seenied to be saying. Then he/^Uzffk clucked, and the tunk-a-tunk ceased Another cluck, and Mrs. Killooleet appeared,looking frightened; then, one after another,the five little Killooleets bobbed up; andthere they sat in a solemn row on the edgeof the cracker box, turning their heads side-wise to see me better. There! said Killooleet, didnt I tellyou he would nt hurt And like fivewinks the five little Killooleets were back inthe box, and the tunk-a-tunking began assurance that they might do
. Fowls of the air . away; why, I thought you were^///oo/eef, away, he seenied to be saying. Then he/^Uzffk clucked, and the tunk-a-tunk ceased Another cluck, and Mrs. Killooleet appeared,looking frightened; then, one after another,the five little Killooleets bobbed up; andthere they sat in a solemn row on the edgeof the cracker box, turning their heads side-wise to see me better. There! said Killooleet, didnt I tellyou he would nt hurt And like fivewinks the five little Killooleets were back inthe box, and the tunk-a-tunking began assurance that they might do as theypleased, and help themselves undisturbed towhatever they found, seemed to remove thelast doubt from the mind of even the littlegray mate. After that they stayed, most ofthe time, close about my tent, and were neverso far away, or so busy insect hunting, thatthey would not come when I whistled andscattered crumbs. The little Killooleetsgrew amazingly, and no wonder! Theywere always eating, always hungry. I took. good pains to give them less than theywanted, and so had the satisfaction of feed-ing them often, and of finding their tin T{iltooleef, plate picked clean whenever I came back £ , . Sweet from fishmg. p^/cg Did the woods seem lonely to Killooleetwhen we paddled away, at last, and left thewilderness for another year ? That is aquestion which I would give much, or watchlong, to answer. There is always a regretat leaving a good camping ground; but Ihad never packed up so unwillingly was singing, cheery as ever; butmy own heart gave a minor chord of sad-ness to his trill that was not there when hesang on my ridgepole. Before leaving I hadbaked a loaf, big and hard, which I fastenedwith stakes at the foot of the old cedar, witha tin plate under it and a bark roof above, sothat when it rained, and insects were hiddenunder the leaves, and their hunting was nofun because the woods were wet, Killooleetand his little ones would find food, andremem
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