At last my young mistress could keep me no longer, her father insisted
that I should either be killed, or go with the rest of my species, and
setting open the door they fairly hunted me out.
Now it was my turn to experience mortification: numbers had been
witnesses of my disgraceful exit, and taunted me with, so her ladyship
is obliged to come among the working people; I suppose food will come
flying to her, as she is of too much consequence to work; I wonder if
her claws are differently made to ours?
In the evening, when the servant came to scatter corn, I was very
hungry, and thought that would be a nice treat for me; but, alas! coarse
as the food was, it was denied me; no one would suffer me to partake,
but flew at, and pecked me whenever I attempted it, saying, no, no,
mistress, you shall have none of this, we who have done our duty, may be
rewarded; but what have you done? nothing. Thus was I driven from
society, a thousand times did I wish that I had never known any other
pleasure than the rest, and that my mistress had not nursed me so
tenderly; but she did it from kindness, and I shall ever respect her
memory.
One morning I was rudely seized, and put with several more into a small
wicker basket, to be taken to market: my sensations upon that occasion,
no words can describe; to the market we came, and were exposed for sale.