'THERE was a quiet funeral where I was the only mourner. There
were days of loneliness succeeding, in which it seemed to me that
the small isthmus by which I had been for a year attached to my
fellow-men, had been suddenly covered by the rising of a dark, cold
tide; that I was an islander again, and the only one.
'There was a will to be proved in the Surrogate's Court. Miss
Brentnall's nurse and the landlady had witnessed it. I thought this
strange at first, remembering what a friend the dead had been to me;
but my surprise at not being a witness was soon supplanted by the
greater one of being sole legatee.
'There was a monument to be placed over the dead. To every detail
of it I attended personally. I remember how heavy even that simple
little shaft seemed to me, how much too heavy for a head that had
borne so much of heaviness through life. Then I thought of her
expression 'bird-resurrection,' of her perfect faith in the coming
of better things; and if the monument had been a pyramid, I would
have known that it could not press _her_ down.
'It is one of my eccentricities that I fear good-fortune; not
bad-fortune, at all. For I have seen so much of it, that it
only looks to me like a grimmer kind of father, coming to wake
his over-slept son and tell him that unless he leaps from his
feather-bed, and that right suddenly, the time for every thing good
in life will have gone by. I fear good-fortune, because I am not
sure that I shall use it well. It may carry me till it has dwarfed
me; I may lie on its breast till I have lost my legs; then whisk! it
may slip away from under me and leave me a lame beggar for the rest
of my life.
'I resolved, therefore, that I would not touch a farthing of my
new property until I had become quite familiar with the idea of
owning it. It was all in stocks when I found it. I converted it
into real-estate securities, and as fast as my interest came in,
deposited it in the bank. Meanwhile, I supported myself well upon
the little shop; bought books, and laid something by.
'I was busy one morning at my stuffing-table in the back-room, when
the bell over the street-door rang: and running into the front-shop,
I found a new customer. He was a private bird-fancier, he told me,
and had brought a specimen, which he wished mounted for his cabinet.
As he spoke, he slid back the cover from a box which he carried
under his arm; and as I looked in, expecting to see a dead bird, a
live one hopped out and sat upon my finger.
''I declare that is very curious!' said the gentleman; 'the creature
never did such a thing before! I have had it eight months without
being able to domesticate it in the slightest. It will not even eat
or drink when any body is in the room; yet there it is sitting on
your hand.'
'I had never seen such a bird before. It resembled the northern
meadow-lark in size and shape; in hue, its wings were like the
quail's, its breast ash-color, its tail mottled above, like the
wings, and of a delicate canary yellow beneath. But the greatest
beauty it possessed was a bright crimson crescent, covering the
whole back of the head. 'What is this bird?' said I.
''It is a Flicker,' answered the gentleman. 'It was sent me by a
friend living in Florida.'
''Why don't you keep it alive?'
''For the reason I've told you. It's perfectly impossible to tame
it. My children and I have tried every means we can think of
without success. If we confine it in a cage, it mopes all day and
eats nothing; if we let it fly about the room, it sculks under
the furniture as soon as we enter; if we take it in our hands, it
screams and fights. There is a specimen of the execution it can do
in an emergency with that sharp, long bill!'
'And my customer showed me his finger, out of which a strip of flesh
an inch long had been gouged as neatly as it could have been done
with a razor.
''It is nothing but botheration, that confounded bird!' he
continued. 'It does nothing but make muss and litter about the house
from morning till night; and for all our troubles, it never repays
us with a single chirp. Indeed, I don't believe it has any voice.'
'Just then the Flicker, still sitting on my finger, turned up its
big, brown eye to my face and uttered a soft, sweet gurgle, like a
musical-glass.
''Good heavens!' exclaimed the gentleman; 'it never did that before!'
''Suppose you let me take it for a month or so,' said I; 'it seems
to be fond of me, and perhaps I can tame it. I never felt so little
like killing any bird in my life. We may make something of its
social qualities yet.'
''Very well,' answered the new customer. 'Keep it for a month. I'll
drop in now and then to see how its education is getting on.'
''You may hold me responsible for it, Sir,' I replied; and the
gentleman left my shop.
'All day the Flicker staid by me as I worked. Now it perched upon my
shoulder, now on my head. At noon, when I opened my basket, it took
lunch with me. When I whistled or sang, it listened until it caught
the strain, and then put in some odd kind of an accompaniment. The
compass and power of its voice was nothing remarkable, but the tone
was as sweet as a wood-robin's. I could not be enough astonished
with the curious little creature.
'Still, every kind of animal takes to me naturally. I accounted
for the previous wildness of the Flicker on the ground of mistaken
management in the gentleman who owned it, and as a matter of
professional pride, determined to make something of the bird, were
it only to show, like your Sam Patch, Tryon, that some things can
be done as well as others. When I went home in the evening I took
the Flicker with me, and made it a nest in an old cigar-box on my
mantel-piece.
'The next morning, when I awoke, the bird was perched above me
on the scroll of the head-board! Again I carried it down-town
with me; again I brought it up in the evening. After that it was
my companion every where. You will hardly imagine how it could
become better friends with me than it did immediately upon our
introduction. Yet our acquaintance grew day by day, and with our
acquaintance the little being's intelligence. It had not been with
me a fortnight before it knew its name. You may think it curious,
perhaps unfeeling, but you know it was my only friend in the world,
and in memory of the one who had lately held that place, I called it
'Brenta.'
''Brenta!' I would say as I sat before my grate in the evening, and
wherever the little creature might be, it would come flying to me
with a joyful chirp, light on my finger, dance on the hearth-rug,
eat out of my hand, or go through the pantomime of various emotions
I had taught it. If I said, 'Be angry, Brenta,' it would scream,
flap its wings, and fight the legs of the chair. 'Be sorry, Brenta,'
and it would droop its little head, cower against my breast, and
utter notes as plaintive as a tired child's.
'By the time the month was up, it could do almost any thing but
talk. Its owner, who, to his great delight, had paid it several
visits during the progress of its education, now came to take it
home.
''I have become very much attached to the little thing,' said I;
'won't you let me buy it of you?'
''You should have asked me that when I first brought it,' was his
answer. 'You have made it too valuable for me to part with now. To
show you how much I think it is worth, here is a ten-dollar piece
for your services.'
'I took the money, feeling very much as if I were receiving the
price of treason. 'If you ever change your mind,' said I, 'remember
that I am always ready with a generous bid.'
'When we came to look for the Flicker, it was nowhere to be found. I
could not believe it possible that it had heard and understood our
conversation, but other hypothesis to account for its disappearance
was not at hand. After hunting every nook and corner of the shop, I
forced myself into the traitorous expedient of luring it by my own
voice. 'Brenta!' I called, and the poor creature instantly hopped
out of _my coat-pocket_, climbed up to my shoulder, and nestled
against my cheek.
''The little rascal!' exclaimed the gentleman.
'I could willingly have knocked him down! It was not until I had
undertaken the business with my own hands that we could get the
Flicker into the cage which the gentleman had brought with him. Even
then, the poor thing continued clinging to my finger with claws
which had to be loosened by force, and went out of my shop-door
screaming piteously and beating itself against the bars of the cage.
'I had no heart for any thing the rest of the day. At night my room
seemed lonelier than a dungeon. The very next morning, the owner of
the bird came back with it in a terrible passion.
''You have been teaching the thing tricks!' was his first
exclamation.
''To be sure, said I mildly. 'Wasn't that what you wished me to do?'
''_Wished you to do?_' To mope, and wail, and lie on the carpet like
a dead chicken? Never to sing a note or eat a morsel? To peck at the
hands that brought food, and--and----'
''I am sure I cannot help it, Sir, if the bird has become attached
to me, and mourns when away.'
''You've taught the creature to do it! Look at this finger, will
you! another piece taken clean out of it! _Piece_, I say!--_steak_,
I mean! The bird's a regular butcher! Here, kill the creature
directly, and have it stuffed for my cabinet by this day week.'
'And as he set down the cage on the counter, the Flicker, with a
joyful cry, jumped to the wicker-door, and tried to pick a way out
to me by its beak.
''There! you see what you've done! Why don't the wretch act so to
me?'
''I really can't say, Sir. Perhaps because I've had a great deal to
do with birds, and naturally know how to manage them.'
''Well, I don't care. Stuff the thing, and I shall be able to manage
it then myself.'
''May I make you a repetition of my offer? If you haven't a toucan
in your collection, there is a very fine one I'll give you for the
Flicker, stuffed only last Saturday. Here's a young pelican--a still
rarer bird. Or how would you like a flamingo?'
''Got 'em all,' replied the gentleman curtly. 'And if I hadn't, I
count the Flicker. Kill the thing, I say, and stuff it.'
'Just then the bird cast on me a glance as imploring as ever looked
out of human eye. For a thousand dollars I could not have done the
wrong.
''Really, Sir,' said I, 'I prefer not to take the job. I am very
much attached to your bird. I cannot bear to kill it.'
'''Pon my soul!' he exclaimed, 'if that isn't pretty for a
taxidermist! I should suppose, to hear you talk, that you would
faint at the sight of a dead sparrow! Well, you can get your courage
up to stuff the bird, I suppose? As for the killing, I'll do that
myself.'
'As the man said this, he thrust his hand into the cage, and caught
the Flicker by the wing. With a sharp cry, his victim struck him
again on the finger, enraging him more than ever. He opened his
pen-knife, pulled the bird out, drew the blade across its throat,
and out of the cruel slash there poured, mingling with the blood,
a bitter cry, like a woman's. I heard it, and every drop of my own
blood returned to my heart. He let the bird drop upon the counter:
it gave one hop, tumbled over in my hand, and its eye-lids slid shut.
''This day week, remember,' said the man, and went out of the shop,
wiping his knife.
'I took up the bird, laid it in my neck, and, I am not ashamed to
say, cried over it.
'There are a good many things which may happen between now and this
day week. I am not one of those people who regard every misfortune
that occurs to an enemy the judgment of HEAVEN in their behalf. But
I must say, that the event which occurred before that man's week was
out, always seemed to me a direct blow from Nemesis. He was a very
passionate fellow; subject to temporary fits of insanity. One of
them came on in the morning while he was shaving, and he cut his own
throat as he had the Flicker's.
'When his estate was settled, nobody thought of the bird. I inclosed
the ten dollars he had given me for its education in an anonymous
note to his executors, simply stating that my conscience demanded
it; and having thus quieted that organ, kept the Flicker for myself.
With a daguerreotype of Miss Brentnall's, found among a parcel of
papers labelled, '_To be burned up_,' and upon which alone, of all
the parcel, I could not persuade myself to execute her will, I put
the stuffed bird by. When I was too lonely to dare to be utterly
alone, I went to the trunk, where they were preserved and looked at
them.