Not many days after this, some pretty little blue eggs lay snugly in the nest, and Mrs. Warbler was a mother! Alas! On the day the young Warblers left their shells, their mother came home from a call on Mrs. Robin, to find her children crying most bitterly. An ugly Cowbird had dropped its great, brown, spotted egg right in their beautiful parlor! (It seems to be a custom with these birds, to leave their eggs in the nests of their unfortunate neighbors, rather than hatch them themselves.)
Poor, little Mrs. Warbler! She tried with all her strength to push the egg out of her home, but without success. So, what do you suppose she did? Why, she just built another nest on top of the old one! It was a great deal of trouble, and the young Warblers tried her patience sorely, by persisting in pulling at the threads and straws, as she wove the frame-work of her new dwelling. "Labor is its own reward," however, for there was not a happier couple in all bird land than Mr. and Mrs. Yellow Warbler, when they brought their admiring friends and relations, to see the young Warblers, in the two-storied nest.
INDUSTRY
WHEAT HARVESTING.
J. F. STEWARD.
CHAPTER I.
WE HAVE been told, "Ye cannot live by bread alone," which is no doubt true, but aside from the use of animal flesh as food, bread in some form has played the greatest part in sustaining mankind.
There have been found, on every continent and every island of the globe, rude stone implements that tell, by form only, of their possible use. We read the story of pre-historic relics largely by comparison with modern things, and hence judge that the crescent-shaped flint implements, serrated upon their inner edge, to be seen in the British Museum and elsewhere, may have been used by the savages as reaping hooks.