after an hour or more of watching there was a sudden stir in the family and the youngster made his appearance on the ground he was not under the side

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after an hour or more of watching there was a sudden stir in the family, and the youngster made his appearance on the ground.he was not under the side of the tree on which he had been resting, so, although i did not see the passage, i knew he had not fallen, as he is popularly said to do, but flown as well as he was able.i started slowly down the yard to examine the little stranger, but was absolutely startled by a cry from the mother, that sounded exactly like go way! as i have often heard a negro girl say it.later it was very familiar, a yearning, anxious heartaching sound to hear.the youth was very lively, starting off at once on his travels, never for an instant doubting his own powers.i saw his first movement, which was a hop, and, what surprised and delighted me, accompanied by a peculiar lifting of the wings, of which i shall have more to say.he quickly hopped through the thin grass till he reached a fence, passed down beside it till a break in the pickets left an open place on the bottom board, sprang without hesitation upon that, and after a moments survey of the country beyond dropped down on the farther side.now that was a lane much frequented by negroes, and, being alarmed for his safety, i sent a boy after him, and in a moment had him in my hand.he was a beautiful little creature, having a head covered with downy dark feathers, and soft black eyes, which regarded me with interest, but not at all with fear.all this time, of course, the parents were scolding and crying, and i held him only long enough to look carefully at him, when i replaced him on the grass.off he started at once, directly west,like the march of empire,went through the same fence again, but further down, and, as i could tell by the conduct of the parents, in a few moments was safely through a second fence into a comparatively retired old garden beyond, where i hoped he would be unmolested.thus departed number one, with energy and curiosity, to investigate a brandnew world, fearless in his ignorance and selfconfidence, although his entrance into the world had not been the triumphant fly we might look for, but an ignominious flop, and was irresistibly and ludicrously suggestive of the manner of exit from the home nest of sundry individuals of our own race, which we consider of much greater importance.the young traveler set out at exactly ten oclock.as soon as he was out of sight, though not out of hearing,for the youngster as well as the parents kept the whole world of boys and cats well informed of his whereabouts for three days,i returned and gave my attention to number two, who was now out upon the native tree.this one was much more quiet than his predecessor.he did not cry, but occasionally uttered a mockingbird squawk, though spending most of his time dressing his plumage, in preparation for the grand _entrée_.at twelve oclock he made the plunge and came to the ground in a heap.this was plainly a bird of different disposition from number one; his first journey evidently tired him.he found the world hard and disappointing, so he simply stayed where he dropped in the middle of the path, and refused to move, though i touched him as a gentle reminder of the duty he owed to his parents and his family.he sat crouched upon the gravel and looked at me with calm black eye, showing no fear and certainly no intention of moving, even indulging in a nap while i waited.now appeared upon the scene several persons, both white and black, each of whom wanted a young mockingbird for a cage; but i stood over him like a godparent and refused to let any one touch him.i began to fear that i should have him on my hands at last, for even the parents seemed to appreciate his characteristics and to know that he could not be hurried, and both were still busy following the vagaries of number one.the mother now and then returned to look after him and was greatly disturbed by his unnatural conductand so was i.he appeared stupid, as if he had come out too soon, and did not even know how to hop.it was twenty minutes by the watch before he moved.his mothers calls at last aroused him; he raised himself upon his shaky little legs, cried out, and started off exactly as number one had done,westward, hopping, and lifting his wings at every step.then i saw by the enormous amount of white on his wings that he was a singer.he went as far as the fence, and there he paused again.in vain did the mother come and scold; in vain did i try to push him along.he simply knew his own will, and meant to have it; the world might be strange, but he was not in the least interested.he rested in that spot fifteen or twenty minutes more, while i stood guard as before, and preserved him from cages of both negroes and whites.at last he did manage to squeeze through the fence, and, much relieved, i left him to the old birds, one of whom was down in the lot beyond the garden, no doubt following up his ambitious firstborn.whoever, meanwhile, was left in the nest had a poor chance of food, and one was already crying.it was not until six oclock that the birds seemed to remember the nestling; then it was well fed, and left again.nothing would be easier than to follow the wandering youngsters, see how they got on and how soon they were able to fly, but this so disturbed the parents i had not the heart to do it; and besides i feared they would starve the infants, for one was never fed while i was near.doubtless their experience of the human race forbade their confiding in the kindly intentions of any one.it was well that only two of the young appeared in one day, for keeping track of them was so serious a matter that two parents could scarcely manage it.number three differed from both of his elders; he was a crybaby.he was not bright and lively like number one, and he did not squawk like number two, but he cried constantly, and at six p.m.i left him calling and crying at the top of his voice.very early the next morning i hastened to the scene of yesterdays excitement.number three was out on the tree.i could hear number two still crying and squawking in the garden, and from the position and labors of the male i concluded that number one was in the next lot.it was a dismal, damp morning, every grassblade loaded with water, and a heavy fog driving in from the sea.i hoped number three would know enough to stay at home, but his fate was upon him, and no rain was ever wet enough to overcome destiny.at about eight oclock he stretched his little wings and flew to the ground,a very good flight for his family, nearly thirty feet, twice as far as either of his predecessors had gone; silently, too,no fuss about it.he began at once the baby mockers hop with lifted wings, headed for the west fence, jumped upon the lower board, squeezed through and was off down the garden before the usual crowd of spectators had collected to strive for his head.i was delighted.the parents, who were not near when he flew, came back soon and found him at once


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