MR. AND MRS. CHEWINK 



was injured in both wings, with body wounds 

 beside. I thought the bird was dead, and 

 placed it on a seat near a tree. Shortly, a 

 lady visitor said, " Your bird is coming to 

 life." Sure enough, he had got on to his 

 feet, but was sadly crippled. I gave him 

 some crumbs, and he ate a hearty meal. It 

 was evident that he did not intend to starve 

 to death if he could get food. That night 

 he hopped over to the cabin and climbed the 

 banking to where he could get into a barberry- 

 bush. He could not move his wings, but his 

 feet were all right. The next day he hopped 

 to me for food and water. I fed him, then 

 put him on a rock where he could find water 

 for himself. He did not forget the spot. For 

 three days he followed the same methods, sleep- 

 ing in the barberry-bush every night. The 

 fourth day, while I was feeding him, an old 

 chewink hopped to the loaf of bread and 

 called the sparrow. The sparrow did not 

 respond at first, but after awhile hopped over 

 to find out what the chewink wanted. He 

 seemed surprised to find the bread, and began 

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