THE HERO ENTERS SUDDENLY 



permanent imprisonment; and from behind 

 the bars he contentedly kept up his con- 

 versations with me and his interest in my 

 movements. 



The summer of Chupes' rescue we de- 

 cided to remain at home, not that there 

 was any connection between the bird and 

 the decision, and every wind-and-weather- 

 favored day we spent in the grove. These 

 visits seemed to afford my protege the great- 

 est pleasure, yet, in revisiting these scenes 

 of his babyhood, I do not suppose that 

 there was ever the slightest stirring of fond 

 recollection. 



He used to make the journey from our 

 house in the safe shelter of his cage, but 

 once arrived at his destination he was set 

 free. Strange to say, the chief attraction 

 on these occasions was not the society of 

 birds (in his own kind he had only a slight 

 interest), nor even an occasional flight to a 



