THE LARK AND THE WHIPPOORWILL.
A LARK had nearly fallen asleep in the dusk of the evening, when a whippoorwill began calling loudly to its mate, that was lodged in another part of the wood:
“Whippoorwill! Whippoorwill!”
“Why do you disturb me,” asked the lark, “here at the close of the day, when I am so tired and just ready to take my rest?”
“I will try to be quiet, then,” replied the whippoorwill.
So, with a great effort, the bird kept still. Occasionally, when its mate called from a distance, its bill would open and a faint note, “Whip! Whip!” escape. But a look at the lark, with its head under its wing, was enough to quiet it again. And so all night long it hopped about in silence hunting its food.