"I"ll soon show you whether I am afraid or not!" said the bear, sternly.
"Why did you chase my pigeon?"
""Cause I wanted to eat her!" was the defiant reply. "If _you_ had had nothing to eat for a week, you"d have eaten her long before this, I"ll be bound!"
"Nothing to eat for a week!" repeated the bear, incredulously. "Why was that?"
""Cause there wasn"t anything, stupid!" said the other.
Here Bruin began to rub his nose with his disengaged paw, and to look helplessly about him, as he always did when disturbed in mind.
"Now--now--now!" he exclaimed, "you hawk, what do you mean by that?
Couldn"t you dig for roots?"
The hawk stared. "Dig for roots?" he repeated, contemptuously. "Look at my beak! Do you think I can dig with that?"
"It _is_ rather short," said Bruin; "but--yes! why, of course, _any one_ can dig, if he wants to."
"Ask that old thing," said the hawk, nodding toward the hermit, "whether _he_ ever dug with his beak; and it"s twice as long as mine."
"Of course he has!" replied Bruin, promptly; but then he faltered, for it suddenly occurred to him that he had never seen either Toto or the Madam dig with their noses; and it was with some hesitation that he asked:
"Mr. Baldhead--excuse me! but--a--have you ever tried digging for roots in the ground--with your beak--I mean, nose?"
The hermit looked up gravely, as he sat with Pigeon Pretty on his knee.
"No, my friend," he said with great seriousness, "I have never tried it, and doubt if I could do it. I can dig with my hands, though," he added, seeing the good bear look more and more puzzled.
"Ah, yes!" said Bruin. "But you see this bird has no hands, though he has very ugly claws; so that doesn"t help-- Well!" he cried, breaking off short, and once more addressing the hawk. "I don"t see anything for it _but_ to wring your neck, do you? After all, it will keep you from being hungry again."
But here the soft voice of the wood-pigeon interposed. "No, no! Bruin, dear," cried the gentle bird. "Give him something to eat, and let him go. If he had eaten nothing for a week, I am sure he was not to blame for pursuing the first eatable creature he saw. Remember," she added in a lower tone, which only the bear could hear, "that before this winter, any of us would have done the same."
Bruin scratched his head helplessly; the hawk turned his yellow eyes on Pigeon Pretty with a strange look, but said nothing. But now the hermit saw that it was time for him to interfere.
"Pigeon Pretty," he said, "you are right, as usual. Bruin, my friend, bring your prisoner here, and let him finish this excellent broth, into which I have crumbled some bread. I will answer for Master Hawk"s good behavior, for the present at least," he added, "for I know that he comes of an old and honorable family."
Wonder of wonders! In five minutes the hawk was sitting quietly on the hermit"s knee, sipping broth, pursuing the floating bits of bread in the bowl, and submitting to have his soft black plumage stroked, with the best grace in the world. On the good man"s other knee sat Pigeon Pretty, now quite recovered from her fright and fatigue, her soft eyes beaming with pleasure; while Bruin squatted opposite them, looking from one to the other, and a.s.suring himself over and over again that Pigeon Pretty was "a most astonishing bird! "pon my word, a _most_ astonishing bird!"
His meal ended, the stranger wiped his beak politely on his feathers, plumed himself, and thanked his hosts for their hospitality, with a stately courtesy which contrasted strangely with his former sullen and ferocious bearing. The fierce glare was gone from his eyes, which were, however, still strangely bright; and with his glossy plumage smooth, and his head held proudly erect, he really was a n.o.ble-looking bird.
"Long is it, indeed," he said, "since any one has spoken a kind word to Ger-Falcon. It will not be forgotten, I a.s.sure you. We are a wild and lawless family,--our beak against every one, and every one"s claw against us,--and yet, as you observed, Sir Baldhead, we are an old and honorable race. Alas! for the brave, brave days of old, when my sires were the honored companions of kings and princes! My grandfather seventy times removed was served by an emperor, the obsequious monarch carrying him every day on his own wrist to the hunting. He ate from a golden dish, and wore a collar of gems about his neck. Ah, me! what would be the feelings of that n.o.ble ancestor if he could see his descendant a hunted outlaw, persecuted by the sons of those very men who once courted and caressed him, and supporting a precarious existence by the ign.o.ble spoils of barn-yards and hen-roosts!"
The hawk paused, overcome by these recollections of past glory, and the good bear said kindly,--
"Dear! dear! very sad, I"m sure. And how did this melancholy change come about, pray?"
"Fashion, my dear sir!" replied the hawk, "ign.o.ble fashion! The race of men degenerated, and occupied themselves with less lofty sports than hawking. My family, left to themselves, knew not what to do. They had been trained to pursue, to overtake, to slay, through long generations; they were unfitted for anything else. But when they began to lead this life on their own account, man, always ungrateful, turned upon them, and persecuted them for the very deeds which had once been the delight and pride of his fickle race. So we fell from our high estate, lower and lower, till the present representative of the Ger-Falcon is the poor creature you behold before you."
The hawk bowed in proud humility, and his hearers all felt, perhaps, much more sorry for him than he deserved. The wood-pigeon was about to ask something more about his famous ancestors, when a shadow darkened the mouth of the cave, and Toto made his appearance, with the crow perched on his shoulder.
"Well, Mr. Baldhead!" he cried in his fresh, cheery voice, "how are you to-day, sir? Better still? I have brought you some--h.e.l.lo! who is this?"
And catching sight of the stranger, he stopped short, and looked at the bear for an explanation.
"This is Mr. Ger-Falcon, Toto," said Bruin. "My friend Toto, Mr.
Falcon." Toto nodded, and the hawk made him a stately bow; but the two looked distrustfully at each other, and neither seemed inclined to make any advances. Bruin continued,--
"Mr. Falcon came here in a--well, not in a friendly way at all, I must say. But he is in a very different frame of mind, now, and I trust there will be no further trouble."
"Do you ever change your name, sir?" asked Toto, abruptly, addressing the hawk.
"I do not understand you, sir!" replied the latter, haughtily. "I have no reason to be ashamed of my name."
"Perhaps not!" said the boy. "And yet I am tolerably sure that Mr.
Ger-Falcon is no other than Mr. Chicken Hawkon, and that it was he who tried to carry off my Black Spanish chickens yesterday morning."
"You are right, sir!" said the hawk. "You are quite right! I was starving, and the chickens presented themselves to me wholly in the light of food. May I ask for what purpose you keep chickens, sir?"
"Why, we eat them when they grow up," said Toto; "but--"
"Ah, precisely!" murmured the hawk. "You eat them also. I thought so."
"But we don"t steal other people"s chickens," said the boy, "we eat our own."
"Precisely!" said the hawk, again. "You eat the tame, confiding creatures who feed from your hand, and stretch their necks trustfully to meet their doom. I, on the contrary, when the pangs of hunger force me to s.n.a.t.c.h a morsel of food to save me from starvation, s.n.a.t.c.h it from strangers, not from my friends."
Toto was about to make a hasty reply, but the bear, with a motion of his paw, checked him, and said gravely to the hawk,--
"Come, come! Mr. Falcon, I cannot have any dispute of this kind. There is some truth in what you say, and I have no doubt that emperors and other disreputable people have had a large share in forming the bad habits into which you and all your family have fallen. But those habits must be changed, sir, if you intend to remain in this forest. You must not meddle with Toto"s chickens; you must not chase quiet and harmless birds. You must, in short, become a respectable and law-abiding bird, instead of a robber and a murderer."
"All very fine!" said the hawk, angrily. "But how am I to live, pray? I can be "respectable," as you call it, in summer; but in weather like this--"
"That can be easily managed," said the kind hermit. "You can stay with me, Falcon. I shall soon be able to shift for myself, and I will gladly undertake to feed you until the snow and frost are gone. You will be a companion for my crow-- By the way, where is my crow? Surely he came in with you, Toto?"
"He did," said Toto, "but he hopped off the moment we entered. Didn"t like the looks of the visitor, I fancy," he added in a low tone.
Search was made, and finally the crow was discovered huddled together, a disconsolate little bunch of black feathers, in the darkest corner of the cave.
"Come, Jim!" cried Toto, who was the first to catch sight of him. "Come out, old fellow! Why are you rumpling and humping yourself up in that absurd fashion?"
"Is he gone?" asked the crow, opening one eye a very little way, and lifting his head a fraction of an inch from the ma.s.s of feathers in which it was buried. "Good Toto, kind Toto, is he gone? I would not be eaten to-day, Toto, if it could be avoided. _Did_ you say he was gone?"
"If you mean the hawk," said Toto, "he is _not_ gone; and what is more, he isn"t going, for your master has asked him to stay the rest of the winter. But cheer up, old boy! he won"t hurt you. Bruin has bound him over to keep the peace, and you must come out and make the best of it."
The unhappy crow begged and protested, but all in vain. Toto caught him up, laughing, and carried him to his master, who set him on his knee, and smoothed his rumpled plumage kindly. The hawk, who was highly gratified by the hermit"s invitation, put on his most gracious manner, and soon convinced the crow that he meant him no harm.
"A member of the ancient family of Corvus!" he exclaimed.
"Contemporaries, and probably friends, of the early Falcons. Let us also be friends, dear sir; and let the names of James Crow and Ger-Falcon go down together to posterity."
But now Bruin and Pigeon Pretty were eager to hear all the home news from the cottage. They listened with breathless interest to Toto"s account of the attempted robbery, and of c.o.o.n"s n.o.ble "defence of the castle," as the boy called it. Miss Mary also received her full share of the credit, nor was the kettle excluded from honorable mention. When all was told, Toto proceeded to unpack the basket he had brought, which contained gingerbread, eggs, apples, and a large can of b.u.t.ter-milk marked "For Bruin." Many were the joyous exclamations called forth by this present of good cheer; and it seemed as if the old hermit could not sufficiently express his grat.i.tude to Toto and his good grandmother.