The Lark and Her Young Ones
There
was a brood of young Larks in a field of corn, which was just ripe,
and the mother, looking every day for the reapers, left word, whenever
she went out in search of food, that her young ones should report to her
all the news they heart. One day, while she was absent, the master came
to look at the state of the crops. "It is full time," said he, "to call
in all my neighbors and get my corn reaped." When the old Lark came home,
the young ones told their mother what they had heart, and begged her to
remove them forthwith. "Time enough," said she; "if he trusts to his
neighbors, he will have to wait a while yet for his harvest." Next day,
however, the owner came again, and finding the sun still hotter and the
corn more ripe, and nothing done, "There is not a moment to be lost,"
said he: "we cannot depend upon our neighbors: we must call in our
relations," and turning to his won, "Go, call your uncles and cousins,
and see that they begin tomorrow." In still greater fear the young ones
repeated to their mother the farmer’s words. "If that be all," says she,
"do not be frightened, for the relations have got harvest work of their own;
but take particular notice what you hear the next time, and be sure you let
me know." She went abroad the next day, and the owner coming as before, and
finding the grain falling to the ground from over-ripeness, and still no one
at work, called to his son. "We must wait for our neighbors and friends no
longer; do you go and hire some reapers to-night, and we will set to work
ourselves tomorrow." When the young ones told their mother
this,—"Then," said she, "it is time to be off indeed; for
when a man takes up his business
himself, instead of leaving it to others, you may be sure that he means to set to
work in earnest."
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