And as the farmer, roused by the sound of voices, opened the door, the tall figure of the red man disappeared into the forest. Jem was made happy by finding his Mother better when, after having explained matters to his Father, he was carried in and placed on the bed beside her. And after they were both recovered he had many a grand day’s hunting with the friendly and grateful Indian, who had taken a great liking for the brave little lad, whom he ever afterwards caused his tribe to respect as his English brother Jem.
Chapter Four.
In the Country, by F Gray Severne.
Ducklings big and ducklings small,
This is how we feed them all—
Yellowbill and Featherbreast,
Speckletail, and all the rest:—
On sweet meal they dine and sup—
Oh, how fast they eat it up!
’Tis indeed a pretty sight—
Soon the bucket’s empty quite.
“Quack!” when dinner is begun;
“Quack!” they say when it is done;
Though it wasn’t known before,
“Quack’s” a duckling’s word for “more.”
Then the pretty feathered things
Tuck their heads beneath their wings,
Just as if for rest inclined,
Quacking: “How well we have dined!”
Later on, at evening cool,
You will find them in the pool;
Yellowbill and Featherbreast,
Speckletail, and all the rest!
