A TRUE STORY OF A PARTRIDGE.

I WONDER if any of the children who read "The Nursery" have ever been in

the woods of Maine. There grow the tall old pine-trees, with tops which

seem to touch the sky, and thick interlacing branches, making a very

dark shade overhead.

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There, too, grow the fragrant cedar-trees, with their bright green

boughs, and trunks so hard and stout; and, loveliest of all, the

graceful maple, whose green leaves turn crimson and gold when autumn

comes.

All these and many other trees grow in the great Maine forests; and

birds build their nests and bring up their young among the branches; and

under the trees, and all about, grow ferns, and mosses soft as velvet.

Bright-eyed squirrels frisk about over the ground, and run nimbly up

into the tree-tops; and pretty brown partridges walk daintily around,

picking up seeds and berries to carry home to their baby-partridges,

hidden away in soft nests on the ground.

Through a forest like this, where it had always been so quiet and

peaceful that the birds and squirrels did not know what it was to be

afraid, a railroad-track was laid not long ago. Then the great engine

went thundering on its way to a pleasant city by the sea, carrying with

it a long train of cars, the smoke curling up brown and thick from the

smoke-stack, and the shrill whistle waking the echoes among the distant

hills.

One day, when the train was going at full speed through the woods, a

partridge, flying from one part of the forest to another, being

frightened and bewildered by the noise, dashed against the smoke-stack,

and fell at the engineer's feet. The engineer, whose name was Nathaniel

Grant, took up the poor frightened bird, gently stroked its ruffled

feathers, and carried it carefully to his home.

There the partridge was treated with the greatest kindness, and soon got

over its bruises. But it longed for the quiet woods, where its life had

been spent. It could not eat, and seemed to be almost breaking its heart

with home-sickness.

So the next day, when Mr. Grant started off again on the engine, he took

the bird with him. Watching very carefully for the place where the

partridge had flown in, he found, at last, the exact spot. There he set

the bird free, and away it flew, back to its peaceful home.

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