No true bird-lover would choose to see his pets in
cages, but we cannot turn the defenseless little creatures out into the
cold. If no one would buy a canary, there would be no more caught, and
the cruel business would come to an end. Is it not worth while to think
how much better it is to have no caged pets at all? In this free land of
ours shall we deny freedom to the bird, which, above all other
creatures, needs space and sunshine?
AN INDIAN STORY.
In a little book about Omaha there is this story which is told by Bright
Eyes, the daughter of an Indian chief. "We were out on a buffalo hunt. I
was a little bit of a thing when it happened. Father could neither speak
English nor read and write, and this story shows that the highest moral
worth can exist aside from all civilization and education.
"It was evening. The tents had been pitched for the night, the camp-fire
made, and mother and the other women were cooking supper over it.
"I was playing near my father when an Indian boy, a playmate, came up
and gave me a little bird which he had found.
"I was very much pleased. I tried to feed it and make it drink. After I
had played with it a long time, my father said to me: 'My daughter,
bring your bird to me.
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