Elsie at the World's Fair. Finley Martha

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СКАЧАТЬ we will go," said Harold, and as the only rejoinders from the other members of the party were those of assent, he led the way.

      "Is it a very expensive entertainment?" asked Walter soberly.

      "Costs all of ten cents apiece," replied Herbert. "An enormous sum, but one cannot expect to see Old Abe, General Grant, Jim Blaine, and Grover Cleveland for just nothing at all."

      "Oh, uncle!" cried little Elsie, "are all those great men there? Oh, no, of course they can't be – 'cause some of them are dead. I know it was dear, good Mr. Lincoln they called Old Abe, and that a wicked man shot him long, long ago; and that General Grant was sick and died."

      "That is all true," returned her uncle, "but these fellows still wear their feathers, and are very much alive."

      "Oh, I know now," laughed the little girl. "You mean the ostrich man has named some of his birds after those famous men." They were now on the northern side of Midway Plaisance, and presently reached the enclosure where the ostriches were. There were twenty-three, full-grown, all from California. The sight was an interesting one to both the grown people and the children, and all listened attentively to the remarks of the exhibitor, delivered in solemn tones, in regard to the habits of the birds. He spoke of the male bird as most kind and self-forgetful in his treatment of his mate, or mates, saying it was he who built the nest and obtained the food; also that he would sit on the eggs in the nest for sixteen hours at a stretch, while the mother did the same for only eight hours. He had other things also to tell of the domineering of the female over the male, which caused some merriment among the ladies and girls of our party; to the gentlemen also, though they pretended to highly disapprove. But all laughed together over the ridiculous movements of the flock in passing from one side of the grounds to another.

      "What do they eat, papa?" asked Ned.

      "Corn, grasses, seeds of various kinds," replied his father. "They swallow large stones too, as smaller birds swallow sand to help grind up the food in the gizzard, and, indeed, ostriches have been known to swallow bits of iron, shoes, copper coins, glass, bricks, and other things such as you would think no living creature would want to eat."

      "They look very big and strong, papa," remarked the little boy, gazing at them with great interest.

      "Yes; they are so strong that one can easily carry two men on his back."

      "Is that what they are good for, papa?"

      "That is one thing; and their feathers are very valuable. For that reason ostrich farms have been established for the raising of the birds, and have proved very profitable."

      "Don't folks eat ostriches, papa?" asked Elsie.

      "Sometimes a young one; and their eggs are eaten too. They are so large that each one is about equal to two dozen ordinary hen's eggs; to cook one they usually set it up on end over a fire, and having first broken a hole in the top, they stir it with a forked stick while it is cooking. The shells are very thick and strong and the Africans use them for water vessels."

      "Do they have nests to lay their eggs in, like our chickens?" asked Ned.

      "They do not take the pains in building a nest that most other birds do," replied his father, "but merely scoop a hole in the sand. One male usually appropriates to himself from two to seven females and each hen lays ten eggs – so it is supposed – all in the same nest, and each egg is stood up on end."

      "It must take a big, big nest to hold them; such great big eggs as you say they are, papa!"

      "Yes, and generally there are some to be found lying on the sand outside of the nest; perhaps laid there by hens who came to lay in it but found another in possession; one who had got there before them."

      "I have often heard or read that the ostrich leaves her eggs lying in the sand to be hatched by the heat of the sun," remarked Evelyn.

      "Perhaps she does in those very hot countries," said the exhibitor, "but not in California; though, as I've been telling you, she makes the male bird do the most of the setting."

      "Maybe that's because the eggs are all his, but don't all belong to any of the females," laughed Walter.

      "Perhaps that is it, sir," returned the man.

      "Can they run very fast?" asked Neddie. "I should think they could with such great long legs."

      "Yes," said his father, "the ostrich is supposed to be able to run at the rate of sixty miles an hour when it first sets out, but is not able to keep up that rate of speed very long. And it has a habit of running in a curve instead of a straight line. It is thus possible for men on horseback to meet it and get a shot at it."

      "I think it's a great pity to shoot them when they are not even good to eat," remarked the little fellow in indignant tones. "Besides, they might save them to grow feathers."

      "Yes," returned the exhibitor, "that's what we're raising them for in California."

      "Papa, I'd like to have some," said Neddie as they walked away.

      "Some what, son?"

      "Ostriches, papa."

      "About how many?"

      "Couldn't we have an ostrich farm?" asked the little fellow after a moment's consideration of the question.

      "Well, not to-day, my son," returned his father with an amused look. "There will be plenty of time to talk it over before we are ready to go into the business."

      CHAPTER IV

      "I think the little folks are getting tired," said Harold. "and yonder on the lagoon is a gondola waiting for passengers. Shall we take it?"

      Everybody seemed pleased with the suggestion, and presently they were in the gondola gliding over the water. They found it both restful and enjoyable.

      It was past noon when they stepped ashore again, and Ned announced that he was hungry and wanted something to eat.

      "You shall have it, my son," said his father.

      "And suppose we go to the New England Cabin for it," suggested Grandma Elsie.

      They did so and were served with an excellent repast, handsome young Puritan ladies in colonial costumes acting as waitresses.

      After satisfying their appetites they visited the other room of the cabin, which was fitted up as the living room of a family of the olden time. It had log walls, bare rafters overhead, a tall old-fashioned clock in a corner, a canoe cradle, a great spinning-wheel on which the ladies, dressed like the women of the olden times, spun yarn, and gourds used for drinking vessels. Some of the ladies were knitting socks, some carding wool, while they talked together, after the fashion of the good, industrious dames of the olden time they represented.

      Our friends, especially the young girls, were greatly interested and amused.

      "Suppose we visit some of the State buildings now," said Mrs. Dinsmore, as they left the cabin.

      "Pennsylvania's in particular, my dear?" returned her husband. "Well, it is a grand old State; we could hardly do better than to show to these little great-grandchildren the famous old bell that proclaimed liberty to this land and all its inhabitants."

      "So I think," she said. "Do not you agree with us, captain?"

      "I do, indeed," he replied; "my older СКАЧАТЬ