Natural history -- Juvenile fiction; Ornamental birds -- Juvenile fiction; Robins as pets -- Juvenile fiction
Mary concurring in his opinion, he came and opened the door of my cage,
then walking to the balcony, he called me to follow him. I joyfully
complied, and flew to his shoulder, from thence I hopped to the rails
of the balcony, and at last perched on a tree close to it, where I
repaid his indulgence with a song. I saw Henry’s colour change when I
flew towards the tree, therefore, to assure him that I had no intention
of leaving him, I shortly after returned to my cage, and went out no
more that day.
My behaviour on this occasion was so satisfactory to my young master,
that he repeated the indulgence every fine day, and allowed me to
bathe on the balcony, where he placed water for that purpose. However,
towards the end of autumn he thought it prudent to discontinue this
practice, on account of the following circumstance, which has something
interesting in it, more than relates to myself.
From having been brought up more tenderly than other birds, I was not
so hardy as they, and not having had the same necessity for exerting my
limbs, I was not so expert in the use of them; so that one day, when
I was perched on my accustomed tree, a sudden gust of wind blew me
down. Had I been wise, I should have reascended the tree, but finding
some amusement on the ground, I continued hopping about till I got so
far into the shrubbery, that I could not distinguish one tree from
another, nor get a glimpse of the house through the foliage, so that I
was fearful of getting further from home in my endeavours to return.
In the mean time, Henry, who soon missed me, came himself in search of
me, but not finding me near the spot, he returned to the house, to beg
assistance from the domestics, promising a guinea (his whole stock at
that time) to any one who should discover me, well knowing that I would
return to him at his call. The search was continued some time in vain;
for the noise of their approach terrified me so much, that I crept into
the fork of a tree, where I remained in a state of great perplexity.
At last, however, I was descried by a little boy, who helped my young
master in his garden, and attended his donkey.
“Here, Master Henry, here he is!” exclaimed the boy, his countenance
glowing with delight.
Henry, to my great joy, now appeared. I flew to him immediately, before
he had time to call me, and testified my joy as well as I was able.
“Well, Frank,” said Henry, addressing the boy, “the guinea is yours; I
am glad of it, and hope you will make a good use of it.”
CHAP. XII.
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