s a vast
diversity among the different animals, in respect to their sensibility
to pain, according to their structure, and the delicacy of their
organization. I think a crew of a fishing-vessel might catch a whole
cargo of mackerel, and not cause as much pain as one of their men would
suffer in having his leg bitten off by a shark."

"Well, father," said Rollo, "do you think we had better give him a
grasshopper?"

"O no," said Lucy; "a grasshopper would not be good to eat, he has got
so many elbows sticking out. Let us give him some blueberries."

"O yes," said Rollo, "that would be beautiful."

So he slid down off of Old Trumpeter's back, and ran to the side of the
road to see if he could not find some blueberries.

He brought a few in his hand, and his father took them, saying that he
would feed the bird for him. He squeezed out pulp of the berries, and
then made a chirping sound, when the bird opened his mouth, and he fed
him with the soft pulp, and threw away the skins. After giving the bird
two or three berries in this way, they put him back into the nest, and
gave the nest to Lucy to hold in her lap, and all the party prepared to
go on.

They rode along about a mile farther, and then came to the place where
they must leave the horses, and prepare to ascend the mountain on foot.
They unharnessed them, so that they might stand more quietly, and then
fastened them to trees by the side of the road.

While they were thus taking care of their horses, Rollo and Lucy were
standing by, with Rollo's mother looking at the bird.

"What are you going to do with him, Rollo?" said his mother.

"Why, I should like to carry him home, and keep him, if you are
willing."

"I am, on one condition."

"What is that?"

"You must keep him in a cage with the door always open, so that, as soon
as he is old enough to fly away, he may go if he chooses."

"Then he will certainly fly away, and we shall lose him forever," said
Lucy.

"That is the only condition," replied Rollo's mother.

"But why, mother," said he, "why may we not keep him shut up safe?"

"If I were to tell you the reasons now, they would not satisfy you, you
are so eager to keep him. I think you had better determine to comply
with the condition, good-humoredly, and say no more about it, but try to
think of a name for him."

"Well, mother, what do you think would be a good name?"

"I do not know: you and Lucy must think of one."

Just then uncle George f