CORN AND BEANS, ETC 311 



You need not tell me that they don't get 

 " high," and that their extravagances may re- 

 sult only from their bird nature. I know very 

 well that the bobolink who lived on the edge of 

 my garden last summer was more than slightly 

 inebriated several times when the apples were 

 in blossom. In language more forcible than 

 elegant, I maintain from what he said and did 

 (the test we apply to our neighbors) that he was 

 " tight," and if he was not, then I don't know 

 the world and have never seen any one drink 

 anything stronger than cambric tea. If he had 

 belonged to any temperance organization he 

 ought to have been disciplined. The truth was, 

 he had been hanging around a large apple-tree 

 in full bloom, all day, and when evening came, 

 he could not sing straight, fly straight, or do 

 anything decorously, but was the most jubilant, 

 incoherent, rollicking little blade that ever went 

 on a spree, and in the twilight tumbled into a 



