LULU'S LIBRARY: Complete Collection (Illustrated Edition). Луиза Мэй Олкотт

men; and he was so brave and handsome, they said at last,--

      "We want a new weather-cock on our courthouse, and instead of an arrow let us have a cock; and he shall look like this fine fellow."

      "Yes, yes," cried the young folks, much pleased; for they thought Cocky ought to be remembered in some way.

      So a picture was taken, and Cocky stood very still, with his bright eye on the man; then one like it was made of brass, and put high up on the court-house, where all could see the splendid bird shining like gold, and twirling about to tell which way the wind was. The children were never tired of admiring him; and all the hens and chickens went in a procession one moonlight night to see it,--yes, even Mamma Partlet and Granny Cockletop, though one was lame and the other very old, so full of pride were they in the great honor done King Cockyloo.

      This was not the end of his good deeds; and the last was the best of all, though it cost him his life. He ruled for some years, and kept his kingdom in good order; for no one would kill him, when many of the other fowls were taken for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. But he did die at last; and even then he was good and brave, as you shall hear.

      One of the boys wanted to smoke a pipe, and went behind the hen-house, so nobody should see him do such a silly thing. He thought he heard his father coming, and hid the pipe under the house. Some straw and dry leaves lay about, and took fire, setting the place in a blaze; for the boy ran away when he saw the mischief he had done, and the fire got to burning nicely before the cries of the poor hens called people to help. The door was locked, and could not be opened, because the key was in the pocket of the naughty boy; so the farmer got an axe and chopped down the wall, letting the poor biddies fly out, squawking and smoking.

      "Where is Cocky?" cried the other boy, as he counted the hens and missed the king of the farmyard.

      "Burnt up, I 'm afraid," said the farmer, who was throwing water on the flames.

      Alas! yes, he was; for when the fire was out they found good old Cocky sitting on a nest, with his wide wings spread over some little chicks whose mother had left them. They were too small to run away, and sat chirping sadly till Cocky covered and kept them safe, though the smoke choked him to death.

      Every one was very sorry; and the children gave the good bird a fine funeral, and buried him in the middle of the field, with a green mound over him, and a white stone, on which was written,--

      Here lies the bravest cock that ever crew:

      We mourn for him with sorrow true.

      Now nevermore at dawn his music shall we hear,

      Waking the world like trumpet shrill and clear.

      The hens all hang their heads, the chickens sadly peep;

      The boys look sober, and the girls all weep.

      Good-by, dear Cocky: sleep and rest.

      With grass and daisies on your faithful breast;

      And when you wake, brave bird, so good and true,

      Clap your white wings and crow, "Cock-a-doodle-doo."

       The lion walked awhile to rest himself.--PAGE 118.

      Rosy's Journey

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      Rosy was a nice little girl who lived with her mother in a small house in the woods. They were very poor, for the father had gone away to dig gold, and did not come back; so they had to work hard to get food to eat and clothes to wear. The mother spun yarn when she was able, for she was often sick, and Rosy did all she could to help. She milked the red cow and fed the hens; dug the garden, and went to town to sell the yarn and the eggs.

      She was very good and sweet, and every one loved her; but the neighbors were all poor, and could do little to help the child. So, when at last the mother died, the cow and hens and house had to be sold to pay the doctor and the debts. Then Rosy was left all alone, with no mother, no home, and no money to buy clothes and dinners with.

      "What will you do?" said the people, who were very sorry for her.

      "I will go and find my father," answered Rosy, bravely.

      "But he is far away, and you don't know just where he is, up among the mountains. Stay with us and spin on your little wheel, and we will buy the yarn, and take care of you, dear little girl," said the kind people.

      "No, I must go; for mother told me to, and my father will be glad to have me. I 'm not afraid, for every one is good to me," said Rosy, gratefully.

      Then the people gave her a warm red cloak, and a basket with a little loaf and bottle of milk in it, and some pennies to buy more to eat when the bread was gone. They all kissed her, and wished her good luck; and she trotted away through the wood to find her father.

      For some days she got on very well; for the wood-cutters were kind, and let her sleep in their huts, and gave her things to eat. But by and by she came to lonely places, where there were no houses; and then she was afraid, and used to climb up in the trees to sleep, and had to eat berries and leaves, like the Children in the Wood.

      She made a fire at night, so wild beasts would not come near her; and if she met other travellers, she was so young and innocent no one had the heart to hurt her. She was kind to everything she met; so all little creatures were friends to her, as we shall see.

      One day, as she was resting by a river, she saw a tiny fish on the bank, nearly dead for want of water.

      "Poor thing! go and be happy again," she said, softly taking him up, and dropping him into the nice cool river.

      "Thank you, dear child; I '11 not forget, but will help you some day," said the fish, when he had taken a good drink, and felt better.

      "Why, how can a tiny fish help such a great girl as I am?" laughed Rosy.

      "Wait and see," answered the fish, as he swam away with a flap of his little tail.

      Rosy went on her way, and forgot all about it. But she never forgot to be kind; and soon after, as she was looking in the grass for strawberries, she found a field-mouse with a broken leg.

      "Help me to my nest, or my babies will starve," cried the poor thing.

      "Yes, I will; and bring these berries so that you can keep still till your leg is better, and have something to eat."

      Rosy took the mouse carefully in her little hand, and tied up the broken leg with a leaf of spearmint and a blade of grass. Then she carried her to the nest under the roots of an old tree, where four baby mice were squeaking sadly for their mother. She made a bed of thistledown for the sick mouse, and put close within reach all the berries and seeds she could find, and brought an acorn-cup of water from the spring, so they could be comfortable.

      "Good little Rosy, I shall pay you for all this kindness some day," said the mouse, when she was done.

      "I 'm afraid you are not big enough to do much," answered Rosy, as she ran off to go on her journey.

      "Wait and see," called the mouse; and all the little ones squeaked, as if they said the same.

      Some time after, as Rosy lay up in a tree, waiting for the sun to rise, she heard a great buzzing close by, and saw a fly caught in a cobweb that went from one twig to another. The big spider was trying to spin him all up, and the poor fly was struggling to get away before his legs and wings were helpless.

      Rosy put up her finger and pulled down the web, and the spider ran away at once to hide under the leaves. But the happy fly sat on Rosy's hand, cleaning his wings, and buzzing so loud for joy that it sounded like a little trumpet.

      "You've saved my life, and I'll save yours, if I can,"