A seated girl with a parrot on her hand“Dear Poll! darling birdie!” Page 115.
“Dear Poll! darling birdie!” she said, tenderly, stroking the beautiful head. “I’ll make you some tea, which I hope will soon cure you.”
She went at once to a side closet, and taking a little pinch of saffron from a paper, sent it to the cook, with directions to steep it at once.
Breakfast that morning was a dull affair, without Poll’s lively talk; and as, after the saffrontea, she did not at once revive, Minnie began to mourn so much lest her dear parrot would die, that her father, to occupy her attention, took her to the library, and read her some anecdotes, a few of which I will repeat.
“A tradesman in London kept two parrots, which usually hung in a cage over the porch projecting from the front door, so that when a person stood on the side of the street nearest thehouse, the birds could not be seen.
“One day, when the family were all absent, some one rapped at the door, when one of the parrots instantly called out,—
“‘Who’s there?’
“‘The man with the leather,’ was the reply.
“‘Oh, ho!’ retorted the parrot.
“The door not being opened as he expected, the stranger knocked again.
“‘Who’s there?’ repeated the bird.
“‘Why don’t you come down?’ cried the man, impatiently. ‘I can’t wait all day.’
“‘Oh, ho!’ was the only response.
“The man now became furious, and leaving the knocker, began to pull violently at the door bell, when the other parrot, who had not before spoken, exclaimed, ‘Go to the gate.’
“‘What gate?’ he asked, seeing no such convenience.
“‘Newgate,’ was the answer, just as the man, greatly enraged at the thought of being sent to Newgate prison, ran back into the street, and found out whom he was questioning.”
“Dr. Thornton, a benevolent physician in London, once visited the menagerie in Haymarket, where he saw a parrot confined by a chain fastened to his leg.He talked with the bird, and found he could imitate the barking of dogs, the cackling of fowls, and many sounds like the human voice. The bird, however, seemed melancholy and restless, which induced the good doctor to try and buy him of the owner. He succeeded at last in getting him for the sum of seventy-five dollars, which Dr. Thornton did not regret, since it would rescue the poor creaturefrom her present unhappy confinement.
“The first thing he did was to loose him from the chain, and carry him home, where his diet was changed from scalded bread to toast and butter for breakfast, and potatoes, dumplings, and fruit for dinner.
“At first, his poor feet were so cramped, and the muscles so much weakened from long disuse, that he could not walk. Hetottered at every step, and in a few minutes appeared greatly fatigued. But his liberated feet soon acquired uncommon agility, his plumage grew more resplendent, and he appeared perfectly happy. He no longer uttered harsh screams, but very readily learned many words, and amused himself for hours repeating them. He attached himself particularly to his kind benefactor, and always cheerfully practised hislittle accomplishments to please him, calling out, ‘What o’clock? Pretty fellow! Saucy fellow! Turn him out, Poll.’
“He was friendly to the children of the family, and to strangers, but exceedingly jealous of infants, from seeing them caressed.
“He was remarkably fond of music, and danced to all lively tunes, moving his wings, and also his head, backward and forward,to keep time. If any person sang or played a wrong measure, he stopped instantly. When his quick scent announced the time of meals, he ran up and down the pole, uttering a pleasing note of request.
“When any food was given him of which he was not very fond, he took it in his left claw, ate a little, and threw the rest down; but if the variety was nice and abundant, after eating what hewished, he carefully conveyed the remainder to his tin pail, saving it for another occasion.
“Every Friday a scissors grinder came and worked under his window. After listening attentively, Poll tried to imitate the sound with his throat, but could not succeed. He then struck his beak against the perch; but his quick ear discerned a difference. Finally he succeeded by drawing his claw in a particular wayacross the tin perch, and repeated the performance of grinding every Friday, much to the amusement of those who saw him.”
Minnie was so much interested in these stories that she quite forgot her grief, until her mother opened the library door to tell her that her pet was beginning to sing.
Minnie flew to see her, and before noon had the pleasure of knowing that Poll was quite recovered. Indeed, she had never seemed more gay. She hopped first on one foot and then on the other, in curious imitation of a polka dance, tossing her head on one side in a most coquettish manner.
Then she talked and laughed with Minnie, exclaiming every now and then in a cunning tone, “What are you about, you rogue? O, you little rogue!”
The little girl was delighted.She held Poll on her lap, caressing her fondly, and calling her by all sorts of endearing and funny names.
The parrot on her part seemed desirous of showing her gratitude for relief from pain by doing all she could to please her little friend. She often heard the cook calling Tom, who was apt to run to the barn when she wanted him; and she began in a loud, impatient tone, “Tom!” her voicerising; then again, “Tom!” falling inflection; “Tom!” again; “I say, Tom; come here, you rascal!”
Finding this made Minnie laugh heartily, she began to call, “Leo, come here! Lie down, sir! Tiney, Tiney,” in a small, fine voice, like the child’s; “Tiney, Tiney, Tiney! O, you little rogue!”
After this she chattered away like Jacko, cocking her eyes andlooking as if she thought herself very smart.
Once in a while Poll talked Portuguese, which she had learned from some sailors who were in the vessel when she came over, more than fifteen years before. She began now to talk what sounded to Minnie like perfect jargon, but which so much amused the bird that she kept stopping to laugh most heartily.
By and by Mrs. Lee was readyto sit down; and she said Poll had had excitement enough for a sick bird, but told Minnie if she would bring the book about birds, she would try and find some true stories to read to her.
The next hour was passed most pleasantly to both of them. Some of the stories I will tell you.
“A parrot belonging to a lady in England was fond of attending family prayers; but for fear he might take it into his head tojoin in the responses, he was generally removed.
“But one evening, finding the family were assembling for that purpose, he crept under the sofa, and thought himself unnoticed. For some time he maintained a decorous silence; but at length he found himself unable to keep still, and instead of ‘Amen,’ burst out with, ‘Cheer, boys; cheer!’
“The lady directed the butlerto take him from the room; and the man had taken him as far as the door, when the bird, perhaps thinking he had done wrong, and had better apologize, called out,—
“‘Sorry I spoke.’
“The overpowering effect on those present can be better imagined than described.”
“Here is a story,” continued Mrs. Lee, “of a parrot who acted as a police officer.”
“In Camden, New Jersey, Mr.John Hutchinson had a very loquacious parrot, and also a well-stocked chest of silver plate. One day some robbers thought they would like to use silver forks, goblets, and spoons, as well as their rich neighbors, and watching their opportunity broke into the pantry.
“They had already picked the lock off the thick oaken chest, and were diving down among salvers, pitchers, and smaller articles, when they were terrified to hear a loud, angry voice exclaim,—
“‘You lazy rascals, I see you! John, bring me my revolver!’
“Dropping the silver, which they had taken, on the floor, the robbers made a rush for the window, which they had forced open, and in their hurry got over the wrong fence into the yard of a neighbor who kept a fierce dog.
“Bruno, not at all pleased withthe appearance of his sudden visitors, sprang upon them, barking at the top of his voice.
“The noise called the police to the place, and one of the robbers was secured.
“The watchful parrot saved his owner’s silver. When he was praised for his timely interference, he would arch his head, and begin at once to call out,—
“‘You lazy rascals, I see you! John, bring me my revolver!’”
“When Prince Maurice was Governor of Brazil, he was informed of an old parrot who would converse like a rational creature. His curiosity became so much roused that, though at a great distance from his residence, he directed that it should be sent for.
“When Poll was first introduced into the room where the Prince sat with several Dutch gentlemen, he instantly exclaimed in the Brazilian language,—
“‘What a company of white men are here!’
“Pointing to the prince, one gentleman asked, ‘Who is that man?’
“‘Some gentleman or other,’ Poll instantly replied.
“‘Where did you come from?’ asked the prince.
“‘From Marignan.’
“‘To whom do you belong?’
“‘To a Portuguese.’
“‘What do you do for a living?’
“‘I look after chickens.’
“The prince laughingly exclaimed, ‘You look after chickens!’
“‘Yes, I do; and I know well enough how to do it,’ clucking at the same time like a hen calling her brood.
“Prince Maurice, as well as the rest of the gentlemen, weredelighted with the intelligence of the bird, and after keeping him at his residence as long as possible, the governor gave him a prize for being the most sagacious parrot in the kingdom.”
When Mr. Lee returned from the city, he found Poll as bright and cheerful as a lark. He brought with him a young man in his employ, called Theodore, to whom Minnie exhibited all her pets, and who staid till aftertea, and then Mr. Lee read a few stories to Minnie, with one of which I must close my story of Minnie’s pet parrot.
“A prince, named Leo Maced, was once accused by a monk of forming a plan to murder his father, the emperor. He was, therefore, though protesting his innocence, cast into prison.
“After some months, the emperor had a feast, to which he invited most of the nobles of hiscourt. They were all seated at table, when a tame parrot belonging to the prince, and which was hung up in the room, cried out, mournfully,—
“‘Alas, alas! Poor Prince Leo!’
“This exclamation, which was continually repeated, as if the bird could not help comparing their sumptuous entertainment with the prison fare and confinement of his exiled master, soaffected the guests as to deprive them of all appetite. It was in vain that the emperor urged his delicacies upon them. They could not eat, while the faithful bird repeated his plaintive cry,—
“‘Alas, alas! Poor Prince Leo!’
“At last one of the nobles with tears entreated the emperor to pardon his son, whom they all believed to be innocent. The others joining in the request, thefather ordered that Prince Leo be brought before him. He was soon restored to favor, and then to his former dignities, through the affection of his faithful parrot.”
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