_Wherein it is shown that one may not be discouraged by a bad
beginning._
An old duck sat on her nest in the high grass just outside of the
barn yard. It was summer time; the corn fields were yellow, and the
hay had already been put up in stacks. Everybody was busy, but the
old duck was busiest of all, for she had hatching to do and it kept
her closely confined to her house.
She was very lonesome, for none of the other ducks came to see
her, and she was stiff and worn out sitting so long. But she kept
her mind on her business until one day the egg shells began to
crack. “Peep! Peep!” the baby ducks cried, and then “Quack! Quack!”
answered the mother--which we all know is duck talk.
At last they all were hatched, and came out stretching their wings.
“How big the world is!” they said. “We certainly are glad to get
out of those shells; it was so close and stuffy in them we could
hardly breathe.” After that they all went into the barn yard to be
introduced to the friends of their mother.
They were beautiful little ducks--all but one--and he was big and
ugly and almost fell over when he walked.
“I am afraid he is a turkey,” said the old duck; but when they got
to the duck pond he jumped in and swam off. The ugly duckling swam
as well as any, and even dived under the water.
“No, he is not a turkey,” said the old duck, “for he swims very
well. He must be a goose anyway,” and the old duck let it go at
that.
When they came to the barn yard all the ducks came around to see
the new family. Even the old Spanish duck, with a red rag around
his foot, came up to say he was glad to see the old duck back again.
“But what an ugly duck that one is!” they all cried, and before the
mother could prevent it, one duck bit him on the neck until the
blood came.
“Let him alone!” cried his mother. “He is not doing you any harm.
He may be ugly, but he is my duck, and you keep away!” So the ugly
duck kept close to his mother, who, after all was quite ashamed of
him.
Poor little ugly duckling! When his mother was not looking he was
pushed and bitten by the other ducks until he was sore all over.
The turkey gobbler swelled up and gobbled at him, and grew red in
the face. The old rooster picked at him if he came anywhere near.
His sisters and brothers kept out of his way because he was so big
and awkward and ugly. Even the yard man kicked at him with his foot.
So one day he slipped through a crack in the fence and was gone.
But he had many adventures that we shall learn to-morrow.