"Wait a moment!" and Dood rushed into the house, from whence he soon returned, holding some gold in his hand. "Here's the price of your filly; and hereafter let there be pleasantness between us." Obadiah mounted his horse, and rode home with a lighter heart; and from that day to this, Dood has been as good a neighbor as one could wish to have; being completely reformed by the returning good for evil. FINE FEATHERS AND FINE BIRDS. A FABLE. A PEACOCK came with his plumage gay, The peacock strutted-a bird so fair Never before had ventured there, While the small bird sang in the cottage door- Alas! the bird of the rainbow wing, He wasn't contented, he tried to sing! And they who gazed on his beauty bright, Scared by his screaming, soon took flight, While the small bird sang, in his own sweet words, VOL. IIL 4* FY He had roved all day by the lake's bright edge, And gathered from stem and bough The beautiful blossoms that idly lay "Ah, mother!" he said, as he clasped the hand That played with his waving hair, "With thinking of home to-day, my heart Is aching to be there. "These western flowers are fair and gay, And yet I would give them all, For one of the little speckled pinks, That grew by the garden wall. "The sun has a sadder and dimmer shine, 1 "I know that the lake is broad enough But yet I would rather build my dams, I know that the forests are tall and grand; I think with tears of the linden trees, "I am weary of seeing this waveless bound I long for the mountains' purple tops, "When I think of our seats in the dear old church, That strangers are filling now, And the mound that nobody goes to see, "The tears fall thick, and the sobs come fast, Once more, but once, to pillow my head SEEK FOR TRUE RICHES. "BE not ashamed to be, or to be esteemed, poor in this world; for he that hears God teaching him will find that it is the best wisdom to withdraw all our affections from secular honor and troublesome riches, and by patience, by humiliation, by suffering scorn and contempt, and the will of God, to get the true riches." THE WOODPECKER'S TREASURES. LATE writer of a work on California, gives some curious facts in relation to the treasures laid up by the Woodpeckers in that country. He says: "In stripping off the bark I observed it perforated with holes larger than those which a musket bullet would make, spaced with most accurate precision, as if bored under the guidance of a rule and compass, and many of them filled most neatly with acorns. Earlier in the season I remarked the holes in nearly all the softer timber, but, imagining they were caused by wood insects, I did not stop to examine or inquire; but now, finding them studded with acorns firmly fixed in, which I knew could not have been driven there by the wind, I sought for an explanation, which was practically given me by Captain S.'s pointing out a flock of woodpeckers busily and noisily employed in the provident task of securing their winter's provisions. It appears that that sagacious bird is not all the time thriftlessly engaged "tapping the hollow beech-tree," for the more idle purpose of empty sound, but spends its summer season in picking those holes, in which it lays its store of food for the winter, where the elements can neither affect it nor place it beyond their reach, and it is considered a sure omen that the snowy period is approaching when these birds commence stowing away their acorns, which otherwise might be covered by its fall. I frequently paused from my chopping to watch them in my neighborhood, with the acorns in their bills, half clawing, half flying round the tree, and to admire the adroitness with which they tried it at different holes until they found one of its exact calibre; when inserting the pointed end, they tapped it home most artistically with their beaks, and flew down for another. But their natural instinct is even more remarkable in the choice of the nuts, which you will invariably find sound; whereas it is a matter of impossibility, in selecting them for roasting, to pick up a batch that will not have half of them unfit for use, the most safe and polished looking very frequently containing a large grub generated within. Even the wily Indian, with all his craft and experience, is unable to arrive at anything like an unerring selection, while in a large bag-full that we took from the bark of our log, there was not one containing the slightest germ of decay. They never encroach on their packed store until all on the surface are covered, when they resort to those in the bark. WINTER. BY J. E. D. COMSTOCK. WINTER, stern winter, now strides o'er the land, He looked on the flowers and they're frozen to death. O'er the rocks and the hedges that echo his moan; |