It was well
for Blue-feather that the snare had been in use a long time and
was rotten. By using his beak and wings he got loose, but he lost
a few feathers out of his pretty coat.
A hawk saw him as he rose. Blue-feather was dragging a piece of
the string which he could not loosen from his leg. The hawk was
about to seize him. It seemed as if there was no help for him. But
just at that moment an eagle caught the hawk and carried him off.
Blue-feather flew as fast as he could to a high fence, where he
stopped to rest. He thought his dangers were over. He was very
homesick.
While Blue-feather was sitting on the fence, a boy saw him. He
nearly killed the poor bird with a shot from his sling.
Blue-feather was just able to fly. His leg was lame, and one wing
was hurt, but he steered straight for home.
Late at night he arrived at his own dovecote, tired and hungry,
but happy to be safe at home again. He found White-coat waiting
for him.
White-coat smoothed his poor brother's feathers, nestled close to
him, and soothed him with his coo! coo! coo!
THE HORSE AND THE WOLF
A horse, in the early spring, was turned into a pasture of fresh
grass. He was enjoying himself very much when a hungry wolf spied
him.
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