Do you see the fawn on the lawn?
The fawn is a young deer.

Fawns have small, white spots till they are a year old.

When they are a year old, the male

fawns have small horns.

A friend of mine caught a young fawn, which he kept two years.

It was so tame that it would come and eat out of his hand.

Fawns are so nimble that they can leap over a fence at a bound.

A MAN OF WORDS AND NOT OF DEEDS.
A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds,
When the weeds begin to grow
It's like a garden full of snow;
And when the snow begins to fall,
It's like a bird upon the wall;
And when the bird away does fly,
It's like an eagle in the sky;
And when the sky begins to roar,
It's like a lion at the door;
And when the door begins to crack,
It's like a stick about the back;
When the back begins to smart,
It's like a penknife at the heart;
And when the heart begins to bleed,
It's time to die, and die indeed!

Ducks have long, broad bills, short legs, and flat feet. When they swim they use their feet for oars. The toes of a duck are not like the toes of a hen.

The young ducks like to swim and dive as well as the old ones.

When the old duck calls her young, she says, "Quack! Quack!"

Then the young ducks run to see what she wants. Perhaps she wants to give them some thing nice to eat.

THE WAY MEN HUNT SNIPES.

The snipe has a long bill, so that it can pick out the worms that lie deep in the mud.

The men have dogs to scent it out. When a dog comes near the spot, he lies down and waits till the man comes to shoot the bird. When the snipe flies up, the man shoots it as it flies.

As soon as he shoots the snipe, the dog runs and brings it to him.

MARY AND KID.

A little girl once lived in a there are a great many goats. walk one day, and found a little

place where

She took a

kid.

The old goat, the mother of the little kid, had left it, and it was almost dead.

Mary felt sorry for the poor little thing. So she took it up in her arms, and carried it home with her. Her mother gave her leave to keep the kid as her own. Mary got some clean straw, and laid it on the warm hearth as a bed for the kid. She warm'd some milk, and held it to him to drink.

The kid drank it, and then lay down and took a fine nap. The next day Mary named her kid Tom. Tom soon learn'd to fol·low Mary about the house, and trot by her side. into the yard. He would run races with her in the field; feed out of her hand, and was a great pet at all times.

One fine warm day, after Mary had done her cleaning work, she went out to play with her kid. She look'd about the house door, and could not see Tom. So she then ran to the field, and call'd, "Tom! Tom!" But Tom had found a flock of goats, and was playing with them. He liked to stay

with them better than with Mary. Mary went home crying, and it was a long time. before she forgot little Tom.

She

Have you seen the duck on her nest? sits near the wall of the yard. She has eggs in her nest, and she sits on them to keep them

warm.

And what is the use of this, do you think? Why, to make them come to life. She has been there, as you see her now, for the last ten days.

She keeps her eggs warm in this way for four weeks. The shell of the egg will then break, and the old duck will help to peck it off.

At last, out will come young live ducks; one out of each shell. Then she will have ten. young ducks, for she has ten eggs in her nest.

As soon as they are born, their mother will lead them to the water. There they swim about, and enjoy themselves very much.

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O Ruth, here is a bird's nest! There are five blue eggs in it.

No one could make a bird's nest as well as a bird.

A young bird can build its own nest as well as the old bird.

Some birds build their nests on the ground, some in barns, and some in holes in the ground. Do you know the names of some birds, and where they make their nests?

THE BIRD'S NEST.

A little bird built a warm nest in a tree,
And laid some blue eggs in it-one, two, and three,
And then very glad and de·lighted was she.

So after a while, how long I can't tell,

The little ones crept, one by one, from the shell;
And their mother was pleased, and she loved them well.
She spread her soft wings on them all the day long,
To warm and to guard them, her love was so strong;
And her mate sat beside her, and sang her a song.
One day the young birds were all crying for food,
So far flew the mother away from her brood;
And up came some boys who were wicked and rude.
So they took the warm nest down away from the tree,
And the little ones cried, but they could not get free;
So at last they all died away-one, two, and three.
But when back to her home the poor mother did fly.
Oh, then she set up a most pitiful cry!

So she mourned a long time and then lay down to die!