BY THE WAYSIDE 
OFFICIAL ORGAN OF THE WISCONSIN AND ILLINOIS AUDUBON SOCIETIES 
One Year, 25 Cents Price, Three Cents One Year, 25 Cents 
Published by the Wisconsin Audubon Society. 
Entered January 27, 1903, at Milwaukee, Wis., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. 
VOL. VI. JULY, 1903 No. 3 
How Mr. Drake Went to Court. 
Mr. Drake was always pokin’ ’bout in de 
puddles an’ gullies an’ he fin’ lots of money; 
an’, as he hah nowhar to spend it, he save it 
up, ’ca’se he no use for it in de farm-yard; an’ 
he go roun’ an’ talk ’bout it, so de rest of de 
fowls dey soon come to know all ’bout his 
money, an’ some way before long Mr. Buz¬ 
zard he hyar ob it. 
Now, in de olden time de Eagle an’ de Buz¬ 
zard dey bof look jes’ erlike; but de Eagle 
was de King ob de birds, ’ca’se he was de 
braves’ an’ stronges’ ob all de whole tribe. 
One day, when Mrs. Hen was walkin’ roun’ 
de barn-yard, she see ’er shadder oberhade, an’ 
1 she squeak out, “Oh, Mr. Drake, dar de King 
Eagle!” She don’ know no better; an’ Mr. 
Drake he think it de King, sho. So when 
Mr. Buzzard come sailin’ down, Mrs. Hen 
scrape her foot an’ drag her wing, an’ so do 
Mr. Drake an’ all de rest; an’ Mr. Drake he 
bow low, an’ he say, “Good mawnin’, King- 
Eagle.” Mr. Buzzard feel mighty proud when 
he see dey take him for King Eagle, so he 
glare he eye, an’ walk like he got on top-boots, 
an’ try to hoi’ he bill up an’ look grand, 
twell Mr. Drake feel very ’umble. 
Den Mr. Buzzard say, “I hyar yo’ got some 
money; don’ yo’ want to lend it to me at in- 
trust? I’ll pay yo’ good intrust.” Mr. Drake 
he say, “Yas; I’ll be proud to ’blige yo.” An’ 
| he scrapes up he money, an’ bring it to Mr. 
i Buzzard, an’ he say, “Hyar’s de money, King, 
an’ I don’ want no intrust; it am a great 
honor to lend yo’ money!” But Mr. Buzzard 
he ’sist that he goin’ to pay intrust; an’ he 
roll he eye, an’ hold up he hade, an’ fly erway 
up in de sky, twell dey see nuffin but er black 
speck. 
Mr. Drake feel proud an’ set up. But er 
long time go by, an’ he don’ get no intrust 
or no money or no word frum de King. An’ 
he git oneasy, an’ he say he gwine to de co’t 
an’ ax for he money. But he wait erwhile 
longer twell he patience all gone, den he start 
off on de long journey to de co’t; an’ on de 
way he pass er pore Mockin’-bird wid he foots 
fasten to er lime-tree, an’ Mockin’-bird say, 
“Oh, Mr. Drake, my foots is stuck fast an’ 1 
can’ get erway!” Mr. Drake feel very sorry 
for him, an’ he say, “I’ll help yo;” and he go 
an’ fotcli some water in he bill, an’ soak de 
Mockin’-bird’s foots twell he git loose; an’ 
Mockin’-bird promise Mr. Drake if he eber 
have a chance ter do him er good turn, he will 
recomember. 
Den Mr. Drake journey on, an’ toreckly he 
come to de sea shore, an’ dar was de co’t on 
er big rock, and King Eagle on de throne, an' 
all his orsifers, Hawks, Peacocks, an’ uder 
birds, settin’ down in front ob him. Mr. 
Drake he walk straight up to King Eagle, 
an’ he say, “Quack, quack, quack! I want my 
money back!” 
De King he greatly s’prised, an’ he say, 
“What yo’ mean, sar, makin’ all dat racket 
an’ ’sturbin’ de co’t?” 
Mr. Drake he tell him he done take he 
money an' promised him intrust, an’ den neber 
send no word; and he say, “Quack, quack, 
quack! I want my money back!” 
Den says de King, “De bird am crazy; I 
neber see him, nor borry money ob him;” an’ 
he tell Mr. Peacock ter “take dat troublesome 
rascal off in de woods ten miles erway, an’ 
gib him er good heatin’, an’ let him go.” 
Den Mr. Peacock and ’nother orsifer walks 
Mr. Drake erway, one on each side; an’ when 
dey gits ’bout er mile erway in de woods, Mr. 
Mockin’-bird he sees he old friend in such 
trouble, an’ he studies ’bout how he gwine 
help him. Den soon Mr. Peacock hyar er 
voice in de air ober hade, shoutin’ “Rain, 
rain, rain!” 
Dat was Mr. Mockin’-bird, but Mr. Pea¬ 
cock don’ know dat; an’ dey say, “We got ter 
be gittin home ’fore de rain; we might jes’ 
as well let Mr. Drake go, an’ hurry back;” 
’ca’se Mr. Peacock ain’t gwine git he fedders 
wet nohow, if he kin help it. So dey turn Mr. 
Drake loose, an’ run off in great haste. 
