Show it liftee stories 01 ri M el 1111 ar r 0 1 01 V 7 rr ya bv thorn fon conw W C y gess FARMER BROWNS BOY you cannot always surely tell it if things thonsa be or things bo be well WHEN HEN the lie poor suffering wounded little bob white crawled under the lie fence lie know it but he had crawled onto the land of farmer brown and a sign warned all hunters to keep oil off that no shooting would be a allowed there and when that poor little bob white looked up and saw right in front of him one of those two legged creatures like tile the one with the terrible fire stick and at once had given up nil all hope lie he had been too sick at heart and lind suffering too much to recognize farmer browns boy but that Is just who it was YOU ton see farmer browns boy had been so anxious for fear that some hunter would come over on his fathers fat tiers land in spite of the signs that he had bad gone down to the green mead aws just ns as soon as he had eaten aate n his breakfast ile he had seen the the hunter on tile the land of farmer jones and had heard him shoot with all ills heart farmer bi browns owns hoy boy had hoped that the hunter had missed now as he looked down and saw tile poor little suffering bird lie he knew that the hunter 1 lad had not missed and fierce anger ewel swelled led his heart lie ile quite forgot that he himself used to hunt with a terrible gun before he fie had learned to know and to love the hie little peo pen pie of the green meadows and the green forest lie ile stooped and very tenderly lifted the little bob white who closed ills his eyes and was sure that now all would be soon over you poor little thins lulng you poor poor little thing said farmer browns boy as he looked at the torn and broken wing then he looked across at the hunter and scowled savagely just then the hunter saw him film and at once started toward him you see the hunter thought that perhaps it he offered farmer browns brown s boy money he would allow him film to hunt on farmer browns land he fie knew that hat that was where bob white and all his family had flown to when I 1 lie fie reached the fence lie saw the little bob white to in the hands bands of farmer browns boy hello Uel lol 1 exclaimed the hunter in surprise 1 ili I guess my bird bl rd I 1 1 I guess its nothing or of the sort I 1 retorted farmer browns boy oil oh yes it is replied file hunt er 1 I shot it a little while ns a ik but it got away from roni me ni ill I 1 hant you to hand it over to me youna y 11 man ill do nothing of tile lie sort re plied farmer browns boy ill 11 II may ile he the bird you shot more shame to you but it yours its mine I 1 found it on oil our land and it belongs to me ene if it belongs belong to any oil one e now the hunter was tempted to reply sharply but remembering lop t 41 fay za ibi N 13 l iello liello exclaimed the hunter 1 I guess my bird that he wanted to get tins this boys permission to hunt on farmer fanner browns land lie bit the angry reply off short and said instead list eal why dont you wring its neck 7 if 11 get your father to let me shoot on your land ill kill k I 1 another for iou you and then have a line fine dinner farmer browns boy grew red in the face dont you dare put your foot on this side of the fence he cried id have you to know that tha I 1 these bob whiles are my bes arl friends ends working for me all summer long and do you suppose im going to let any harm come to thet them n now if I 1 can help it not much look how flow this poor lit allt tie lie tiling filing is suffering the law lets you hunt them but its a bad low law if they did any harm it would he be different nl but bill instead of doing harm they work for me all summer long and then when the crops which they have he pd us save are harvested we turn around and allow them to be shot I 1 but they cant be shot on this land ano the sooner you son get away the bet ter id filhe it instead of getting angry the ai hunter unter laughed good all right ill ri keep off your land sonny said lie fie rut but you get so excited only birds and were made to he shot no more than you were I 1 retorted partner fanner browns boy and gut feelings just as you have this little thing Is trembling like a leaf in my hand im not going to wring its neck im going to try to cure it with tills this farmer browns boy turned his hack back to the hunter and started for home and the poor little bob white not understanding had no more hope than before IS c by J 0 lloyd service |