ftWi54 T / TRAVELS OF AN AMERICAN OWL. Travels OF AN American Owl, 11 BY / VIRGINIA W. JOHNSON. With Sixteen Silhouette Illustrations by Augustus Hoppin^ Engraved by Jasper Green. / PHILADELPHIA: CLAXTON, REMSEN & HAFFELFINGER, Nos. 819 AND 821 Market Street. 1871. (5?/i" Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870, by CLAXTON, REMSEN & HAFFELFINGER, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. STEREOTYPED BY J. FAGAN &. SON. PRINTED BY MOORE BROTHERS. ^w Jnltcaijid TC COLONEL GEORGE E. CHURCH, THE FRIEND WHOSE BRILLIANT AND VIVID DESCRIPTIONS OF TRAVEL ARE REPLETE WITH VALUABLE SUGGESTIONS. CHAPTER I. PAGE THE OWL FAMILY 13 CHAPTER n. TIB'S YACHT 29 CHAPTER III. THE ROYAL FALCON 35 CHAPTER IV. TIB AT THE GREAT FAIR 45 CHAPTER V. HOW THE PIG AND CROW ENJOYED THEMSELVES 70 CHAPTER VI. THE GOOSE LADY 79 CHAPTER VII. A RAILWAY CARRIAGE 95 xu Contents, CHAPTER VIIL ADVENTURES OF OWL JUNIOR IN THE CITY OF SILENCE PAGE . 110 CHAPTER IX. TIB AMONG THE CARDINAL BIRDS 123 CHAPTER X. Boat-race between frogs and toads 136 A CHAPTER XL THE bird -OF -PARADISE OPENS A new CANAL 1-16 CHAPTER XII. THE OWL RETURNS HOME OVER THE TERRIFIC RAILROAD . . .161 The Owl Family; Family Discussionsi TRAVELS OF AN AMERICAN OWL. CHAPTER I. THE OWL FAMILY. 11} was only a barn-yard or screech owl, as his family are sonieliines terined, yet this fact made no manner of difference to him, since the lower his origin the more glory in scaling dazzling heights of prosperity by means of his own ability. His feathers were of a rusty red color, and his waistcoat was, by nature, dingy. He was not at all handsome, cer- tainly ; but then beauty is only skin-deep, after all. Small and slight of stature, he still had an extremely old and sagacious expression of countenance, with a certain jaded aspect also, which was suggestive of one already weary of the follies of this world, in which he could learn nothing new under the sun, having already exhausted the pleasures of one planet at so early an age. 13 14 Travels of an American Ozvl. This was a trick of expression that the young owl especially prided himself upon. His eye did not kindle or his cheek glow with boyish , enthusiasm over field-sports, although he occasionally, joined in the national ball-game with considerable spirit, because the spice of danger was so tempting, and the prob- ability so great that he should be borne from the field with a broken leg or shattered ribs. Tib was a connoisseur of tobacco and old Bourbon, nor was his knowledge of cards less thorough ; the young birds who were his companions at a classical fountain of learning having always displayed much more ardor in such pursuits than imbibing either Greek or Latin ; and yet it was not, by any means, unusual for them to require being sent home for recreation, owing to impaired eyesight from burn- ing the midnight oil. Tib was not an ordinary sort of owl ; he was ambitious, and before he had tasted the first field-mouse of this life he had formed the resolution of travelling abroad, and studying the world for himself. This resolution was not so much a desire that had expanded with his growing nature, as because the other fellozvs considered it the proper thing to do, and every young bird knows the terrible weight oi \hQ fellows' verdict. ' The parent owls, being slow old coaches, were somewhat . surprised at their son Tib. (That was his name, and he was Travels of an American Owl. 15 christened after the manner of owls, by having three feath- ers plucked from the crown of his head and laid cross-wise on a branch, while his parents shrieked the chosen title together in chorus. This simple ceremony was easily per- formed, and entirely without expense, as the father owl justly observed.) They talked over the future one fine, dark night in the family nest, and one of Tib's uncles was invited to attend the council, as he had been blown up, once, on a Missis- sippi steamboat, which had gained him great respect in the owl community; not because explosions were unusual occur- rences on the mighty river, (which is literally paved with the dead,) but because of the thrilling description given by Tib's uncle of his particular adventure, and the marvellous number of passengers he saved by his own astonishing bravery. " The young 'un wants to travel," remarked Tib's father, who was not elegant, for reasons that we shall presently learn. " I say, why not live as we have always been con- tented to live ? " "How can you talk in that way when all young owls travel to improve their manners?" said Tib's mamma, reproachfully. " If we had to work hard, all the more rea- son for his climbing a peg above us." " It costs a great deal of money to travel, brother," said the uncle, cautiously. 1 6 Travels of afi Ajnerican Owl. "Who cares for the money?" cried the young owl, scornfully. " Most probably you do not," was the uncle's dry response. "I can't be anything without it, and with it I can be everything," said the young owl, with that peculiarly hard, sage look of his, which has already been mentioned. " True," assented the mother, ruffling her soft plumage proudly, while she glanced triumphantly at the doubtful uncle, with an expression that plainly said : " You don't find such an old head on young shoulders very often." " I wish to be as wise as an owl can possibly be," said Tib, eagerly. "We are wise enough already," replied the uncle. "When I found myself in such peril on the Mississippi River, on the occasion when I was blown up, I bitterly repented my folly in courting danger among strange scenes, instead of remaining quietly at home. We can live in one spot, enjoying the reputation our race has already gained for wisdom. If it was best you should travel, you would have been born a skylark, or a stormy petrel." " For that matter, you are not so very safe at home. You have only to take your chance of being demolished on the Hurry Boats any day, or of getting run over in the crowded roads : failing that, the Airy Railroad is still left, as an almost sure means of destruction. If you had been to college, you Travels of an American Ozvl. ij would know more. What an old muff you must be ! " added Tib, with that entire absence of respect for the opinions of older people which is peculiarly characteristic of Young America, and forms a painful contrast with the filial rever- ence of other nations. The uncle blinked in a dignified manner and made no reply. "Come, come," said the father owl, interfering hastily, for he was the soul of good nature ; " you need n't twit us old folks on our larning, just because we hadn't the chances you've got. We had to pick up a bit here and there as we went along, and if we don't know much about your French and dead-language botherations, we can follow the rise of stocks pretty cute — eh, Tib ? " and the parent bird chuckled mysteriously. The truth and satisfaction of this statement Tib was quite willing to acknowledge. The owl father relished comfort, and certainly he had earned it in his old age, by a thrifty, industrious youth. The owl mother was fond of fine feathers, with which to decorate her children, if she could not enjoy them herself. Poor owl mother, not to be allowed the privilege of flaunting in the sunshine among the gayest peacocks of the fashion ! Papa Owl was inflexible — his common sense was of the sternest quality, and all the more obstinately did he with- 2 C 1 8 Travels of an American Owl. stand the persuasive, feminine influence, because the family had once tasted the golden apples, only to have them leave the bitterest flavor of disappointment on the palate. The owls had the good fortune to live under a liberal form of government, and upon a seemingly broad level of equal- ity, and yet in the community of which they formed a part there were such nice dividing lines sometimes drawn as to be only apparent to those who thus hedged themselves about from contact with the vulgar outside world. Papa Owl enjoyed a certain degree of fame : he catered to the public appetite by furnishing the daintiest, plumpest mice for the market, which he carefully cultivated in the country, where the unfortunate little animals were fed in parks and pens while awaiting their doom, and his purse grew heavy as years succeeded years, and the demand for fa,ttened mice increased. His name was a by-word; no banquet could be considered complete without his speciality, for no civilized owl caught his own game. Papa Owl was shrewd, but he also was honest, and paid his debts promptly. His early education had been defec- tive, yet he had gleaned a good share of practical informa- tion from experience in the world's ways. He had wealth and generosity, but here rose the barrier that checked further progress in the ascending scale. Papa Owl regarded the geese in silent awe and admira- Travels of an American Otvl. 19 tion, without ever dreaming of the remotest possibility of association with them. Wherefore ? The geese were a stately family, and carried themselves with becoming pride in society. No one ventured to doubt their claims to supe- riority; they had enjoyed birth and wealth for several gener- ations — since the days of their ancestor, a worthy burgher goose; whose claims to fame had no deeper foundation than Papa Owl's would have some years hence — the depth of his pockets. But then, zvhat a difference ? Here was Papa Owl displayed in the height and breadth of his vulgarity in the noonday light of the present, while the goose ancestor was shrouded in the twilight shadows of the past. The raven race, the turkey connection, the pigeon house- hold were quite above the owls, too, for some obscure rea- son, unless indeed it was that they possessed more audacity, and had resolutely pushed their way to their present ele- vated position. " If we were only geese ! " sighed Madam Owl, wist- fully. " Nonsense! " rejoined Papa Owl, stoutly. " An owl is as good as a goose any day." " If we could only make the world of our own opinion," sighed Madam Owl again. Then it was that the owl father yielded to temptation and 20 Travels of an American Owl. fell. Why not persuade this world, whose opinion is of such vast importance to us, that an owl is as good as a goose ? This question dazzled and blinded the worthy bird for a long time ; it was the soft, seductive voice of the tempter perpetually whispering in his ear, to which he attentively listened. The result was that the owls covered their plain old nest with leaves and boughs, (which is equivalent to locking the door;) and, to the astonishment of their neigh- bors, flew away to a more fashionable locality. The new nest was decorated with all manner of finery, so that the glitter and sparkle of such fresh appointments made the inmates blink at the unaccustomed splendor. Papa Owl had no confidence in his own taste, so he employed a robin upholsterer, of great reputation, and cheerfully paid the bills afterward. When the nest was completely appointed, three disagree- able facts forced themselves upon the notice of the owls. Their appearance in a new locality had not occasioned the excitement and curiosity they had anticipated; in a word, no bird extended a friendly claw to them. Second, their old neighbors came, once, to gaze about in blank dismay at the gorgeous magnificence of these fashionable dominions, then shyly withdrew, and never repeated the visit. Worst of all, Papa Owl was thoroughly and miserably uncomfortable. He was afraid to move about at his ease for fear he should injure something, and he felt positively sure that the robin uphol- Travels of an American Ozvl. 21 sterer held him in contempt. Silence reigned in the new nest where these poor birds dwelt disconsolate. In vain did the father bird conceal his own and Madam Owl's rusty feathers in glittering, borrowed plumage, hoping to attract attention. All the notice vouchsafed was a lan- guid inquiry among the geese: "Who is he?" " Oh, the field-mouse owl, you know. Lots of money and all that," replied a legal bluejay, who had earned a place in the confidence of the geese, even, by means of his quick wit and accurate knowledge of everybody's secrets. " It is really shameful ! The property should never have been sold to such a low bird," cackled the geese, wrathfully, and mindful of their right to cackle because of that terrible goose ancestor. The pigeons and turkeys were more moderate in their wrath, as they could not be expected to have the refined perception of the insult done them which was displayed by the geese. "We may take up the owl parvenu, after a while, espe- cially if he has a good wine-cellar, and entertains well," said the turkey faction. The owl father had not the patience to await the delight- ful moment when such favor should be shown him. His pride and resentment were also aroused. He missed the sociable companions of his former life 22 Travels of an American Owl. and their warm cordiality, for he never saw them now, they having been frightened away by the one splendid glimpse they had obtained of his stylish establishment. He was frozen with his own grandeur, and perpetually fretted by the indifference of the surrounding birds to his own existence, "Well?" inquired Madam Owl, aware that matters were rapidly reaching a crisis with her liege lord, while he hopped about on one leg in a state of great excitement. " What is it?" " I will tell you what it is, ma'am," he replied, with a look of firm determination. " I 've made a fool of myself, and I 'm going back to the old nest on the east side of the river, as sure as I am alive, to pass my days in comfort and peace where I belong." " If you will only wait until the children are old enough to get into fashionable schools, they could then associate with our grand neighbors," urged the ambitious mother bird. (At this period, Tib and his little brothers and sisters, ten- der baby owls, were quite indifferent to the future that they were to carve for themselves.) " Let 'em manage it their own way," growled this unnat- ural parent. " They may come back here, if they choose ; I never shall ! " and the old fellow began to pack up, with so many explosive oaths and expletives over his defeat and folly, that, for the first time, his servants, the well-trained Travels of an American Ozvl. 23 little wrens, came to the conclusion that, if he was not already a gentleman he might soon become one. Once re-established in the old nest, Papa Owl was in high good-humor with himself and the whole world. He made no further attempts at finery in his own person, but he indulged his family to the full of their bent in every luxury and frivolity. It would not be just to the failings of bird nature or human nature to state that the mother owl was satisfied with affairs; however, she concentrated the scattered sparks of ambition within her breast into one steady flame, with the determined purpose that the young owlets should not be worsted in the battle as she had been. In the land where these owls reside it requires no more than two generations to rise to the summit of fortune's wheel — the first, to acquire wealth, and the second, to spend it with such elegant rapidity that a third is usually forced to commence the humble drudgery again of counting shil- lings and pence. It must be acknowledged that Papa Owl was far too choleric to manage the matter of his elevation in society very suc- cessfully; and he therefore fell back the more heavily, with- out the satisfaction to Madam Owl's feelings of a gradual and graceful retreat. The hearty, honest old fellow was for marching straight into the enemy's country without artifice and with a liberal 24 Travels of an American Owl. display of gold. The hostile ranks required, instead, con- siderable skill and patience in managing them — a gradual unobtrusive sapping and mining of their prejudices, accom- panied by a magnificent flourish of display before their eyes constantly, when they would have undoubtedly yielded, which the paternal owl had neither inclination nor finesse to accomplish. He acknowledged his defeat with frankness, struck his colors publicly, and withdrew his forces, feeling a soothing assurance that in the old familiar haunts his neighbors would not fly over his head, skip nimbly around him, or stare him out of countenance at all times ; and he was satisfied with this conviction alone. He had made a mistake in not standing his ground, and Madam Owl keenly appreciated the failure. This error could not be remedied in her day, except to smooth the path of the young ones to higher spheres. Thus it was that our hero, Tib, enjoyed so many advan- tages in the days of his youth, and early acquired that free- dom of manner and confidence of speech which had led him to call his uncle disrespectfully " an old mufi"." " I am going home to alter my will," said the uncle, rising with great dignity, and fixing his round eyes, that glowed like balls of pale-green fire, scornfully upon the unlucky Tib. " I do not call myself a bird of fashion, thank heaven, and I think my wealth had better go to found a school Travels of an American Owl. 25 where young people shall learn to respect their elders;" and with this terrible personality shot at his nephew the uncle owl stalked solemnly away, for he was as hard to turn as a Scotchman. Papa Owl was now left entirely to the mercy of his wife and son ; the last prop of caution having been removed in the departure of his brother. Taking advantage of a yielding mood, and the helpless condition of the governor, Tib proceeded to lay down the law as to how he intended to travel. "We will sink the shop for the time, sir; and if the thing is to be done at all, it must be done well, you know," said the son, in a tone of cheerful patronage. "What do you mean by sinking the shop?" inter- posed the old owl, rather alarmed. "Do you mean to put us all under water with the expense of your travels abroad ? " "No, no; certainly not," replied Tib, soothingly. "Only, if one is to make an impression, one must do the princely sort of business with foreigners." Tib, having delivered this opinion, strutted before his parents pompously, pluming himself with eager delight at the prospect of creating a sensation. Madam Owl gazed at him admiringly, these sentiments finding a responsive sympathy in her own breast; yet at that moment Tib was far more vulgar in his arrogance and D 26 Travels of an American Owl. ostentation than Papa Owl, with his blunt simplicity, had ever shown himself in his whole life. " You will soon get all of that knocked out of you," observed the old bird, sagely. "You need only to travel a very few miles, indeed, my son, to find that you were never heard of before, and never will be again most likely; and, also, that nobody feels much interest in your movements away from the family nest. We each occupy a very small spot in a very big world, and beyond our own especial nook we are not known." The young owl smiled blandly, as if his father was a very good sort of owl, in his way, but had wandered a trifle beyond his depth ; so he turned the conversation very adroitly, as he fancied, by inquiring : " Is the market pretty brisk now, sir ? " Papa Owl frowned while replying: " I would rather see you taking my place in the mouse- interest than larking off on your travels. There's a heap for young brains to do up at the farms, that I shall never have done, in the way of different kinds of diet for the animals; trying them under glass in winter; noting how they thrive when allowed to take a walk with their keepers ; and if the scientific hawk's method of packing the meat for market is really an improvement. However, mother must have her own way, I suppose." The aspiring Tib considered this a favorable moment to crush all icy restraints and boldly state his plans. Travels of an American Owl. 27 " I shall have my own craft, of course, and I shall like it to be of a particularly natty build ; then I can cruise about at my leisure." Papa Owl stared in a bewildered way at this startling proposition, and even Madam Owl was unprepared for so much style. "Why not go, like other birds, by means of your own wings, or a public conveyance ? " "Use my own wings?" repeated Tib, indignantly. " Rich birds never use their own wings now-a-days, papa," said the Miss Owls, in disgust. "I may as well give up my journey, if those are your plans for me — and I am only to travel like any ordinary beggar," added Tib, with an aspect of heroic resignation to the commands of a niggardly parent. "Tib can't live but once, and why not allow the poor child to have his little pleasures," urged Madam Owl, as if existence could not furnish sufficient enjoyment for her son. Papa Owl hated to be worried and nagged over trifles ; perhaps, in his inmost soul, he cherished a desire to send Tib over the seas in as great state and glory as either a young turkey or gander could boast. Tib left the matter in the hands of the feminine owls, and the natural result was, that, after twenty-four hours of calm, persistent pecking on all sides, Papa Owl capitulated on these inglorious terms : « 28 Travels of an American Oivl. " Tib may go to the Old World, or the devil, if he chooses. (I dare say he will get there soon enough, with plenty of wild nabobs to help him !) He may take his own boat and play the prince to his heart's content, and he will only be my son when all is done — he can't get away from that fact, however he may try to smother it. Don't worry me any more ! Hang it all ! Who ever heard of such a rumpus over a young scamp's doings before ? " Still, the old bird was defeated, and nobody noticed his grumblings. Certainly Tib did not, but hastened joyfully to build his vessel and prepare for the voyage. CREST OF THE OWL FAMILY. The Yacht. CHAPTER II. TIB'S YACHT. lUIOLD our enterprising young owl, on a tran- quil, balmy summer morning, when the waters of the harbor reflected the azure blue of the sky, flecked with crisp, sparkling ripples of sunshine in dazzling crests, here and there, embarking. His manner had a nonchalant case that was most impres- sive, although the shores were thronged with admiring groups to watch his departure. "That's a tidy craft," said a brisk little sporting snipe, cocking his head on one side, and expectorating freely. " Guess the governor had to come down heavy with the tin for it, though," returned a young duck, enviously. Tib was in an ecstasy of delighted vanity at the evident sensation his boat created. The yacht was made of cork, with an India-rubber bottom, which naturally gave it the lightness of a life-preserver, and it would invariably pop up to the surface again, after any amount of depression. 29 30 Travels of an American Otvl. It was shaped like an albatross with outspread wings. The deck of polished ivory was so slippery that only the firmest " sea legs " could maintain an upright position upon it. The slender, tapering masts were made of fragrant cedar-wood, while the different suits of sails varied from rich silk, fringed with silver, for heavy gales, to the finest cambric for a fair wind, and the most delicate gauze to gather in its transparent folds the light zephyrs of a cloud- less calm, which might otherwise be lost. The bulwarks were silver filigree-work, with a delicately carved rail, and the anchor was fashioned of the same precious metal, hand- somely wrought. The figure-head was a silver statue of Liberty, with jewel -studded cap and zone, resting upon a half- furled banner. The whole shark and sword-fish population of the ocean were so charmed with the lovely goddess, when she grace- fully dipped her silver face into the advancing billow, in obedience to the undulating motions of the vessel, that, on several occasions, they attempted to wrench her from her place, and bear her away to some remote, coral-decked shrine, to worship after their own fancy. These attempts were fortunately frustrated, and the monsters only suc- ceeded in crushing her jewels in their sharp teeth. " Long may she wave ! " growled the sharks, plunging into mysterious submarine depths once more, and leav- Travels of an American Otvl. 3 1 \ng Liberty to guide the destiny of the American trav- eller. Upon the summit of tlic mast perched a silver owl, in lionor of Tib's race. The sea-birds circled about it occa- sionally, the fluttering little petrel giving it a casual and in([uiring peck, in passing like a storm - wraith over the waste of waters ; yet the silver owl maintained a steady gravity of demeanor, staring straight ahead, with green, emerald eyes. The bird on the mast bore such an exact resemblance to Papa Owl, that his family expressed the most flattering pleasure in the expensive image. The interior of the yacht was furnished with the utmost magnificence. If silver ornaments sufficed for the exterior, pure gold alone would answer for the cabins. Accordingly the saloon was framed in gold mirrors, of such brilliancy that Tib turned giddy when he beheld his form reflected at every angle, and yielded to a violent attack of sea-sickness, produced solely by the dazzling effect of beholding so many pictures of himself, seen obliquely, then of exaggerated size, then standing on his head upon the ceiling, and slant- ing in every direction at the corners, like a shower of owls descending in golden fragments and glimpses. There were the softest possible nests and lounging-places of luxurious feathers, spread invitingly for repose; there were pipes and cigar-cases, of every imaginable pattern, upon the table; the wine-closet was amply stored with frail bubbles of 32 . Travels of an American Owl. tinted glass and whole regiments of bottles ; and the larder was equally well supplied with smoked, potted, and pickled mice, Tib having displayed more interest in preparing these meats for a sea-voyage than he had ever before evinced in his father's business. To complete everything, the movable articles of furniture had their legs tied to the floor, by means of small gold chains, to prevent them from running away or dancing about in rough weather. ]\Iadam Owl considered that her son Tib had developed wonderful talents in the adornment of his boat. Papa Owl was of the opinion that owl junior had dis- played even more talent in spending money. However, the great work was accomplished, the yacht built, and all the town stood gazing at it. There was some balm to wounded prudence and caution in that. To make the town gape and stare requires a sacrifice of capital. Papa Owl, standing in portly dignity on the wharf, was gratified ; Madam Owl shed gentle tears of exultation over Tib; the young lady owls reminded him, in eager whispers, of the pretty things he had promised to bring them when he returned home. To add to the pleasant excitement of the occasion, who should come strolling along, with his eye-glasses carefully poised to critically examine everything, but the gander Travels of an American Owl. 33 father, the present living head of the great goose family. He actually paused, with a gracious nod of recognition, to address Papa Owl, and that without an introduction; although, to be sure, the latter had lived for a twelvemonth in the fashionable nest, years ago, near him. "Your son has a very nice little boat there," said the goose father. "Yes," assented the owl father, very much flurried by the honor done him ; and then he could not think of another word to say for the life of him. Tib interposed, with the most enchanting grace and assurance : " It would afford me pleasure to take you down the bay, and test the sailing ability of my vessel ; " and the young owl bowed respectfully to the great gander. "As to that, I am a wretched sailor, so you really must excuse me," replied the latter, languidly, and in rather a frosty tone of patronage ; yet he passed on, in company with his brother-in-law, a sable raven, rather admiring Tib's courage in daring to extend an invitation of any sort to him — the goose father. "How these owls do make money, to be sure!" he observed to the raven, with a sigh. ''Shrewd birds enough; but that young one will bring them to the ground, if he keeps on after such a promising commencement," croaked the raven. 3 E 34 Travels of an American Oivl. " Oh, I am not sure that he will," said the goose father, who felt half disposed to cast a favorable eye on Tib, for some inexplicable reason, now that he was going abroad in the handsomest of yachts. The graceful little vessel spread its gauze sails like snowy wings, the delicate prow cleaved aside the glancing waves in successive foam-crests, and a majestic bird actually seemed to bound over the waters, buoyant with life and freedom ; yet, it was so fragile in structure, so totally unfit to brave the ocean's sterner moods, that the eager spectators on the shores could not but devoutly pray that stately icebergs, with lofty crags of glittering peaks, might not crush the tiny craft, or the storm-king make it the toy of his furious wrath. Tib watched the familiar shores of home fade from sight, watched the sun sink behind gorgeous draperies of crimson and purple, paving the sea with a rosy splendor. A pure star of light flashed and paled on the distant hori- zon, and the last faint perfumed breeze of land, the mingled breath of fruit-blossoms, blended with the keen, life-giving atmosphere of the sea. Tib wondered if a young owl had ever poised his pinions for so bold a flight before as he intended to take — had ever been fired with so noble a determination of astonish- ing the world. ■.^^z^ ^^^ The Royal Falcon, Og^F^^ ^^^^F^^^P ^i ^^&^^S ^^2 ^M ^^p^^^^^'^^S^^M Iw^^^^^^M IIj*^ ^c«| Im CHAPTER III. T//E HOYAL falcon: IB'S yacht had breasted many a billow, and scudded swiftly before many a gale, when a distant rim of land appeared on the horizon, and announced his approach to the shores of another continent. At last ! It is unnecessary to add, that the young owl leaned against the silver bulwark, poising his glass to gaze at those distant cliffs, a foreign breeze fanning his brow for the first time, with emotions impossible to describe ; vain- glory was predominant, however, when he considered the splendor of his "stunning" craft. All travellers have experienced the stifling effect of these varied emotions, and have described them much better than either Tib or his faithful historian can possibly hope to do. Suffice it, that the young owl fixed his gaze on those glittering needle-peaks of chalky cliff, which had hurled back the Atlantic's spray -clouds in wintry tempests, and 35 36 Travels of an Americaii Owl. received the gentle caresses of rippling summer-waves for so many years. Like the terrible sentinels of a watch- tower, they had crushed in their fangs one of the Spanish Armada, and still held the ghastly skeleton in a chasm — a grim relic of the deed, as a warning, perhaps, that invading foes would always jar thus against solid, impenetrable rock. From the lofty cliffs that faced the ocean sloped hill and dale, clothed in velvet turf, fringed with rounded masses of foliage, threaded by silvery streams. Sometimes a stately castle crowned the hillside, with smooth lawns, merging into parks of ancient trees, and sweeping in graceful curves to the water-brink ; sometimes a town rose, terrace above terrace, on the crag, with the bathing-machines wheeled out into the sea for the benefit of timid bathers, and invalids in little carriages, anxiously watching the movements of the erratic donkeys that dragged them about ; sometimes a ravine opened a charming vista, with a fisherman's hut perched on the ledge above the tide at the entrance, other trim cottages beyond half screened by the tender drapery of clustering vines, a time-stained church-tower, a square Saxon mansion framing the distance, where ghosts might haunt picture - gallery and corridor, whose human forms had touched the antique furniture of the ladies' morning- room, and trodden upon the Italian marble pavement of the entrance-hall. Over this miniature island-paradise rested a calm, peace- Travels of an American Owl. 37 ful atmosphere, and the sun's rays touched spire and roof and garden with a mellowing, softening tint. Tib noticed that his old friend, the sun, did not shine here with the transparent brilliancy that made the very air elastic at home, yet more sombre hues seemed harmonious in this spot. " It is very pretty," soliloquized the American traveller, as his yacht dropped anchor in a fine, spacious harbor. " Everything seems to be kept in wonderfully nice trim, too. We might take a lesson in that line, by-the-bye ; but, bless me! it's not as large as a good-sized pocket-handker- chief Why should it not be nice ? They have nothing to do here except to run about trimming and clipping and polishing so many square miles. If they had a Great West to settle and make something of, now, they would have a different song to whistle and a livelier tune. You bet, old fogies 1 " From the place of anchorage, where the frail vessel nes- tled once more beneath the shadow of land for protection, Tib beheld two bustling, thriving towns, rising on oppo- site shores of the river, and many varieties of sea-craft besides his own, ranging from stately steamships, outward bound for distant tropical lands, to the tiniest pleasure- boat. The hills rose boldly to a considerable elevation, and the eye lingered upon a wide range of landscape, farm-houses, 38 Travels of an Americaji Otvl. cottages, and tide - mills, luxuriant groves, coppices, and plantations, rich meadows, villas, and churches. Tib's arrival was welcomed with an interest that he never could have hoped to ins]3ire as a private bird, without ivory decks and gold-plated cabins. The young owl cared nothing for posterity. He frankly admitted that, in his opinion, it was very poor business, indeed, living for future generations, who would not care a — never mind what — for you, when all was done. He decided to live in the present, and he was also stimu- lated with a noble desire to render himself conspicuous, even if it was only attained at great expense. "Have you seen the American owl's yacht?" was buzzed about this fairy isle, nay, even received a paragraph of notice in newspapers, whose opinion, favorable or other- wise, made all the world tremble, and at last reached the august ears of royalty. Tib was pronounced to be " no end of a plucky fellow, you know, to cross the ocean in that cockle-shell affair;" and although his pretensions were sneered at, his costume and accent openly derided, his nationality considered a lamentable disgrace to him, still he could not be robbed of this one cordial compliment of pluck, and with that he would fain rest content. Thus it happened that the news spread (Tib was certainly creating a sensation) until, at last, the falcon graciously inti- Travels of an American Oivl. 39 mated that it would afford him pleasure to climb the side of this transatlantic vessel with his royal claws, and stand upon the ivory deck with his royal feet. "Think of that, will you!" cried Tib, flinging his cap high in the air, with an irrepressible outburst of enthusiasm, when these tidings were brought to him. " I was presump- tuous to invite the goose father on board, and now a royal falcon will come without an invitation! A prophet is not without honor, save in liis own country and among his own people." (Faithful historian, reprovingly: "Don't be irreverent, Tib, whatever else you arc, and quote Scripture in the wrong place.") The American owl watched his noble guests leave the shore, with an assumption of calmness which he was very far from feeling; and he was obliged, at the last moment, to resort to the fiery stimulant of a "brandy smash," to screw up his courage and nerve him for the encounter. All the previous day, Tib and his menials had been dash- ing wildly up and down, around and about, in search of suitable delicacies to tempt the princely appetite, and the luncheon-table in the cabin received a last anxious glance from our hero, before he finally ascended the companion- way to welcome his distinguished visitors. He went through the dread ordeal somehow, with flut- tering pulse and changing color, all his natural audacity 40 Travels of an American Owl. deserting him when most needed. But for the brandy- smash, Tib would have inevitably swooned. The falcon was a handsome young bird, ruddy, and fresh, and strong, with all the physical perfection of youth in his country. In many traits it would have been perilous for poor, hum- ble Tib to imitate his falconship: the same vices which were half shrouded by the dazzling halo of greatness in the latter, would have been only coarse sins in Tib, stripped of rank. The owl would have done well to imitate the falcon in one habit. At that early hour, no "brandy smash" corroded his vitals or weakened his nerves ; he did not dart into conve- nient bar-rooms, to toss off a whiskey-straight or a cocktail, at any time, but first strengthened his stomach with substan- tial food, after which he could have drank Tib under the table, unmoved, and remain as fresh as a lark afterward. (Faithful historian again : " My dear Tib, if you viiist and will drink, why not do it elegantly, and also in a way that will preserve you the best in this present existence, which you are determined to enjoy so much? You scorn economy in any form, and you would rather pay the highest possible price for any luxury than not — for fear some shopman, even, should do you the wrong of imagining that you weigh your gold. Why not take your wine with your Travels of an American Owl. 41 dinner, like a gentleman, abandon the vulgar habit of frequenting bar-rooms for raw liquors, and allow your misused internal arrangements to convalesce ? ") The falcon was accompanied by a haughty golden pheasant, who wore a ducal coronet, (when he felt like it,) and a bluff mastiff, in magnificent military uniform, who did the guardian - dragon business with young mad- caps. The falcon treated Tib with an easy familiarity that was intoxicatingly delightful to a common bird's feelings, and he found himself confiding in the falcon, also, especially after the cork had popped out of the third champagne-bot- tle's slender neck. Once, the falcon actually winked his left eye, and whis- pered to Tib that the mastiff, who was soberly discussing lobster salad at that moment, was an " old guy," and per- haps the reckless young bird was actuated by some deep motive of ambition in making the remark, which would surely be treasured up in Tib's note-book verbatim, and handed down to remote posterity in the New World. What would you have ? A younger son cannot do much except to go a-visiting in his mamma's provincial posses- sions, and the falcon may have taken a melancholy pleasure in thus distinguishing himself before a stranger; a pleasure that shed a ray of sunlight across the gloomy darkness of a bird's lot, whose misfortune it was, not to have been born F 42 Travels of an American Owl. at an earlier date, and reaped tlie benefit of the homely- adage : " First come, first served." The party politely admired all the appointments of the natty craft; the mastiff, in particular, growling his approval occasionally, as he moved about, quite unconscious of the sarcasm which would always be associated with his name in the land of the West. When the moon rose that night, resting a glittering shield on the surface of the sea, and tinting each advancing wave with a silvery crest, Tib received the impetus of an astound- ing idea. lie was lounging pensively against the mast, with his hands in his pockets, and a cigar in his mouth, imbibing something of the serene quiet of the evening, and reflecting upon the startling events of the day. " I wonder what the falcon was made of?" thought the owl. " I should like to have pinched his finger, to see if it was real flesh and blood. I lis boot must have been rather larger than mine, I guess. Wonder what he does with himself all day? Suppose his first cigar made him feel queer and sick, just like a common mortal." Suddenly a brilliant comet hissed through the air, and darted straight into his brain, scattering fiery sparks before his eyes. Tib held his head firmly upon his shoulders, at first, to prevent it from flying off with the magnitude of the idea. Travels of an American Owl. 43 Heavens! Why had it not occurred to him before? He would present his boat, as a pretty toy, to the jolly youn^ falcon. That would be doing matters in a stylish way, and at the same time he could be elevated above the common herd to notoriety. Papa Owl and his family were seated at the breakfast table one fresh, bright morning, and the old gentleman had scarcely uii folded the newspaper, when a leading article caught his eye : he paused, stared, gave a suppressed snort of inarticulate rage, and sank back in his chair with every appearance of apoplexy. Of course, the owl daughters fled to his side, in a flutter of apprehension, and eager curiosity. In due time, the paper was handed to the trembling Madam Owl behind the coffee-pot. "It's about Tib; he's got into print at last," said the youngest Miss Owl, airily. "How you frightened me. What has the dear boy done?" questioned the mother bird, with irritating pla- cidity. "Done? Why he has made a confounded ass of himself. That's all!" Said one genteel owl daughter to the other, behind her napkin : " Pa is dreadfully coarse, when he gets into a rage." Madam Owl gave a feeble gasp of dismay, when she 44 Travels of an American Oivl. read that Tib had parted with his horribly expensive boat in that fashion. Everybody was astonished. The f^oose father was known to express surprise in common with the general public. Perhaps the most astonished bird of all was the recipient of the gift, the princely falcon, himself; and if the haughty golden -pheasant companion had never worn a well-bred sneer before, one certainly marked his classical and aristo- cratic features now. From this date, Papa Owl was observed to fall off in his looks. lie made gloomy remarks relative to the poor- house, which he seemed to regard as the ultimate residence of himself and family; his appetite failed; in a word, he suddenly underwent that sharply contrasted transition, from comfortable, plump middle age, to careworn, pinched decrepitude, so often noticed. Alas ! poor father bird, were the tinsel and fine feathers only false jewels after all ? mm J The Great Fair, CHAPTER IV. TIB AT THE GREAT FAIR. |NE sultry, summer day, when the sun poured down such fierce heat that the pavements scorched the feet, a young owl might have been seen wending his way through the delightful City of Amusement, where the gendarmes, the police authorities, the powers that direct all the smooth machinery of motion, could and did regulate everything except the heat of the sun. The god of day laughed them to scorn, baking those he saw fit to bake, leering impudently into the sacred retreat of royalty, slanting dazzling rays against the gray surface of churches, whose cool, dim recesses alone afforded the shelter of a soothing twilight. The young owl was no other than our friend Tib, and he was attended by an obsequious, chattering monkey guide, who was the torment of the traveller's days, and the bane of his existence. The by-ways and hedges of traffic into which the mon- key adroitly led monsieur — the jewelry shops, the silk 45 46 Travels of an A))icrican O-icf. magazines, the picture -dealers' dens, where he found him- self unexpectedly, and then innocently dropped Tib into the clutches of insinuating clerks and persuasive shop- women The Miss Owls may have fervently blessed his memor}'-, but Tib, at times, bitterly regretted the day when he pre- sented himself at the hotel, with many bows, looking so meek, so deferential, and polite; yet withal, the monkey was so intensely national and amusingly cheerful as he adapted his ready tact to any emergency, that the young owl would fain rest content with the necessity of his pres- ence. " Live anywhere else but in our cherished City of Amuse- ment! " the monkey would say, with a comical shrug of dis- may. " Ah, mon dieu ! zis is zc spot for ze rich monsieur, and for le pauvre diable zere is no other." On the present occasion, Tib was drifting along like the common throng, which was, to a certain extent, unpleasant, but he consoled himself with the reflection that it would be impracticable for him to sa// through the Great Fair, even if he still owned his yacht. Tib did not seem to feel very much confidence in his own individual attractiveness, independent of surrounding glitter. Every bird and beast from the very ends of the earth, that could raise the wind, had come flocking to the Great Fair. Travels of an American Oivl. 47 As the American owl reached, for the first time, a fine quay facing a stately bridge, he found himself in a throng of brisk, vivacious old squirrel dames, in wonderful head- gear, gazing al)()ut witli twinkling black eyes ; shaggy goats from the mountains ; venerable woodpeckers, in blouse, sabots, and striped caps ; swarthy gull fishermen, from the stormy coast; dark-featured Breton rats — all gazing eagerly in the same direction. At the foot of the bridge a triumi)hal arch, formed of floating banners, marked an entrance to the vast Champ, where erewhile, battalions swept over the plain, in ranks of glittering armor and flowing plumes, to the inspiring pulse of martial strains, and where industry now i)itched her little tents, and (lis[)layed her little booths of pretty gimcracks to an enlightened world. I low wistfully and eagerly the thronging thousands viewed this archway of fluttering banners, pausing doubt- fully a moment on the brink of the unseen, to wonder if the show would be worth all the troul^le and expense of f ibulous-priced lodgings ; of panting over so many weary miles of dusty space ; of being plundered, plucked, and browbeaten in unknown tongues. Well might they pause to balance the scale — the poor, travelling thousands! — and think, with a sigh, of the "ingle ncuk" at home, which they had rashly deserted, to 48 Travels of aft Americmt Owl. join the mad ranks of those in pursuit of novelty and pleasure. Still drifting onward, Tib stood within the precincts of the Great Fair at last. The young owl paused, and stared mutely around him, the attendant monkey paused behind him, and rubbed his paws together, in a noiseless manner, awaiting the result. What was it like ? It was everything — and yet nothing. Could Tib fold up a rainbow and put it in his pocket to carry home to the owl sisters ? Could he imprison a flash- ing sunray or a moonbeam in his portmanteau, that would not melt into imperceptible ether before the severe scru- tiny of custom-house officials ? No more could he describe the first feeling produced within him by the general aspect of the Great Fair. He had a vague conviction that all the riches, the won- ders, the relics of the whole universe were heaped together in this confined space, and that it would take him a thou- sand years to sift them into distinct, separate atoms. He knew that he was heedlessly ignoring the dust of past ages, which would still be held sacred, even after the owl race were no more. Terrible thought ! He had a bewildered idea, that, at one moment, he was in large saloons flooded with light, where successive ranges of chandeliers, fringed with crystal drops, urns, slender vases of enamel, in imitation of precious stones, goblets. Travels of an American Owl. 49 and jars, dazzled and sparkled in every hue, from the cool green of malachite and emerald to the gorgeous crimson of rubies, the softened tints of turquoise and mother-of-pearl. Then he was conscious that the monkey dragged him into a perplexing labyrinth of machinery, where he lost himself among polished wheels, shafts, bobbins, cylinders, cranks, and finally emerged, not a bit the wiser for it all. Tib was absolutely sure that the monkey guide intended a refined sarcasm, when he conducted him, after extricating him from the machinery wilderness, to a region of toys, as better adapted to his understanding. The puppets were more to his taste, he confessed. These toys were none of your clumsy bags of cotton, in print frocks and pinafores, with flat noses and wooden heads : they were fashionable toys — toys of the period ! and into their tiny faces was pinched and lined an expres- sion of inimitable ennui, which did great credit to the artist. Born with a gold spoon in their mouths, they lounged in exquisite boudoirs, surrounded with rosewood furniture, mirrors, chandeliers, and consoles, kept their carriage and saddle-horse, and wondered how other toys existed without watches and grand pianos. They tried on new dresses and gloves, played with dogs the size of baby mice, and when they travelled, wrapped themselves in railway rugs, and carried huge trunks for their charming wardrobes. All very dainty and natty — even droll, to grown-people; 4 G V 50 Trai'iis of an Aiiic'ricaii Oivl. but somehow, Tib woiulcrcd if the extraordinary precocity of his as^c might not be, in some small measure, attributa- ble to the artificial perfection of such toys, and their influ- ence on the sharp wits of little nestlings. *' Monsieur like dis ? " said the monkey, still with that indefinable mockery of which Tib was conscious. " Per- haps he will be so good as to look here." A perfect miniature histor}' of the great vulture's military achievements in tiny wax statuettes wrought with patient skill : zouaves, charging with wild enthusiasm, gesticulating trumpeters; chasseurs in fine relief ; a stately drum-major ; fierce, lithe spahi, bronzed by the parching desert heat, in gaudy Oriental costume-; a placid iiivalidc seated in the sun; a stiff gendarme scowling suspiciously over a pass- port ; a sturdy little mule, climbing a steep path with a mountain howitzer on his back. Then Tib strolled onward, to get entangled among more machinery, more steamboats, more locomotives, more com- plicated looms, and whizzing sewing-machines, until he finally sought his hotel, crushed with the appalling confu- sion of all he had seen, and the fearful responsibility he had assumed in attempting to " do " the Great Fair. All the city was out of doors, seated at little tables, sip- ping wine and nibbling ices, dancing along the streets in merry groups, fluttering through brilliantly illuminated gar- dens — music in the air, ga)'ety everywhere — nothing but Travels of an American Owl. 5 1 butterflies skimming lightly on the surface of existence, and extracting the honey of amusement from everything. For three mortal days, Tib submitted to being dragged about by the persistent monkey, his ear perpetually irri- tated with sounds of broken English, his eyes wearied with endless sight-seeing. The fourth morning the American owl felt his national independence rising within him. It was sheer cowardice for him to have employed the monkey's services at all. He could speak the language very well, but he felt a trifle shy about trying his powers of speech ; he was very young, this was his first plunge , into the outside world, and he had a morbid dread of making himself ridiculous before this butterfly nation, whose sense of the ludicrous is so keen, despite an external suavity of manner. A Teuton tortoise would devour his sausage composedly if all the fish of the sea and the fowls of the air were staring at him in goggle-eyed astonishment, quite uncon- scious or indifferent to their existence. A Saxon partridge would plant his umbrella in the most crowded portion of any thoroughfare in Christendom, and gaze straight up into the heavens, if he felt so disposed, unmindful of the smirks and grimaces induced by his eccentric attitude, and at length bring his glance back to earth, with haughty disregard of opinion. 52 Travels of an American Owl. Tib envied these admirable traits from the depths of his soul, but he coukl not successfully imitate them at first, he was so new, so painfully fresh and new. However, having dreamed of the monkey all night, in the most unpleasant manner — as grinning suddenly in his face, shrieking in his cars, sitting on his chest, then hurling glass, ancient pottery, and whole picture-galleries at his head — Tib nerved himself to the duty of sternly dismissing him. The monkey fought desperately, clutching at any straw of argument, doubling around unexpected corners with artful suggestions, for he deeply regretted the calamity of losing the plucking of the rich young bird ; yet Tib dis- played some of Papa 0\\ I's nrniiiess on this occasion, and his guiding star departed in dudgeon. Now Tib felt a delightful sense of freedom ; he might flirt with the coryplu'cs of the opera, he might gamble reck- lessly, drink unlimited champagne, climb to the summit of some church-tower, get tapped on the head and flung into the river, to reappear in the ghastly morgue — and it was nobody's business. Again, he turned his steps toward the ga}'Iy draped arch, and beheld, in one direction, the East, with her mosques, minarets, and temples, and in the other, the West, with her energetic life of thriving industry. Reclining among her cushions of satin and velvet, in a Travels of an A in eric an Oivl. 53 fragrant atmosphere of aromatic odors, her turban starred with clusteringr diamonds, her draperies of the richest fabrics, her tunic \vr()u<^dit with the t^old and silver threads of lost arts and forgotten tongues, the mystic symbols of vanished races, in tlie first faint dawn of the past, and sown broadcast, with untarnished gems of rare crafts, the East rested in tlie languor of repose after a work accom- plished. Earnest and erect, upon her cloud -throne of snowy vapor, fair and beautiful in the noonday of the present, instinct with courage, nerved to a splendid vitality, the West eagerly scanned the horizon of the future. Tib began to enjoy the scene before him immensely — once rid of that odious monkey. "I shall sec the fun, now," quoth the owl. "Catch me keeping all that rubbish of useful manufactures ticketed and labelled in my brain. I guess wc will have a bit of Arabian Nights, if we know ourselves." Here was a small Egyptian building, in elaborate ara- besque, containing saloons of costly curiosities, the court- yard shaded by palm-trees, fountains tossing their silver spray into the sunny atmosphere, which was supposed to represent the residence of the ibis ruler, in his distant home, on the banks of the sacred Nile. Here was a caravanserai, and in the covered galleries Eastern merchants sat gravely awaiting customers for their 54 Travels of an American Owl. wares — gay stuffs, Damascus weapons, brilliant carpets, and gilded vials of attar of rose from the Levant, Tib beheld again, with the vivid imagination of child- hood, the narrow streets lined with rows of little shops brimming over with fabulous wealth, the veiled figures, the laden camels, caparisoned mules, and hurrying groups of obedient slaves. With reverence did he regard these mer- chant birds — a reverence somewhat dissipated by over- hearing one Asiatic mutter in his beard, glibly, to his neighbor : " Par dieu ! Que je suis ennuyc! " Here was the stable for dromedaries, and the ungainly animals, deprived of the harmonious association of bound- less desert sands, looked sadly out of place, and fretted at their captivity, instead of favorably illustrating the patient camel character. Tib roamed among the precious rolls of papyrus in the obelisk, colossal statues, sphinxes, and tapped, irreverently, dark-complexioned mummies with his cane. " I should think you old fellows might be contented to pass away," he said ; and the mummies seemed to stare back in stony wrath. The temples and their antiquities possessed few attrac- tions. If one could taste the ripe, juicy fruit of the present, wherefore turn aside to masticate such dry thistles and brambles as mummies and mysterious hieroglyphics ? Travels of an American Owl. 5 5 That was Tib's philosophy. Beyond rose the graceful Tunisian kiosquc, the plaster walls of which were carved to the extreme delicacy of lace- work, with such keen, delicate implements as only skilful Eastern fingers could wield, in minute fretwork and intricate pattern. How light and fragile it appeared 1 How unlike the square, massive structures of northern climates ! In striking contrast to such finished elegance of design, Tib found a rude Sclavonian sloboda. The timber houses for the gaunt hound peasantry were hewn solely with the axe, the space between the logs filled with tow, a staircase leading up outside to the isba, a wooden balcony orna- mented the front, and the cornices were carved. These rural mansions were thoroughly complete, transplanted as they seemed from some bleak, dreary hillside of the Arctic circle, even to the luxury of the huge terra-cotta stove. Native hounds, wearing vests of violet flannel, Astrachan caps, high boots, and baggy velveteen knickerbockers, wrapped themselves in sheepskin coverings, and went to bed on top of the stoves, to give visitors an idea of north- ern comfort. " Je-ru-sa-lem ! That beats all ! " ejaculated somebody at Tib's elbow. There stood a fat pig, and, skipping nimbly about him, Tib's former monkey guide. There was a gleam of triumph in the monkey's eye, which plainly expressed : 56 Travels of an American Owl. " I have lost an owl and captured a pig." The pig seemed to take it for granted that Tib would understand his remark, although he treated every one with the same generous confidence, as he trudged about slowly and ponderously. The pig's very presence suggested money ; he represented heavy capital, and he had a pecu- liar habit of abstractedly jingling loose coins together in his pocket, that heightened the impression. In five minutes he had ascertained that Tib was indeed Papa Owl's son ; in five more he had confided to Tib that he was travelling abroad to console himself for having just been left a widower. The chuckling, wheezy old fellow wiped his eyes apologetically, then glanced about with an expression of si)', whimsical defiance. "I don't believe I shall marry again." (He was only about seventy years of age.) " I don't know how I shall feel in the spring, though." In the meanwhile the hound peasant, who had retired to repose upon the fireless stove for the seventh time that day, arose, much refreshed with his imaginary slumbers, and resumed his former occupation of gazing into vacancy with a stolid aspect, which was remarkably successful, consider- ing that he had been born and reared beneath the shadow of Notre Dame. " Do you mean to say that any human lives in that air concern ? " asked the pig, shaking his head incredulously, Travels of an American Ozvl. 57 and pointing to a bcchivc-shaped yourta of sewed rushes, with an aperture in the top to admit light and emit smoke. As if to answer for themselves, out popped a brisk Cos- sack ermine and a real Tartar sable. They lived there, and were glad of a chance, in the howling wilderness of the desolate steppes. Tib felt that it would be a good thing to have cultivated the pig's acquaintance when he returned home, and accord- ingly he politely assumed the responsibility of graciously escorting the millionaire through the Great Fair. No small task, as it proved ! It was astonishing the amount of mischief the pig man- aged to get into, considering that the nimble monkey had him in tow, and Tib guarded the flank. If he was left innocently staring at a fascinating array of lace, when Tib turned to rejoin him he had floundered through the ranks of a royal party, and was explaining eagerly to a handsome golden eagle, in a loud tone of voice, how in his country they had no time to make those things, (meaning laces, of course,) but the wimmin liked to buy them, all the same. " Bless you, yes! Break the bank, if you let them loose at a lace counter." The golden eagle was out on his good behavior; the eyes of the world were upon him; therefore, he smiled pla- cidly upon the pig, who had none of the sinister aspect of an assassin. His attendants were struck dumb with aston- H 58 Travels of an American Owl. ishmcnt and horror. "Donner und blitz!" From whence came this pii; ? To what race could he beloni;? In what remote confer of the earth's surface had he received his education, to thus address a reii^nin^ sovereign with sucli familiarity, not precisely impudent, and assuredly not servile/ Tib and the monkey guide exchanged a look of dismay, and dashed to the rescue, just as the pig, deceived by the golden eagle's j^olished urbanity, was about to offer his caril and invite him to call at the Grantl Hotel. " Proud to make your acquaintance, sir," began the mil- lionaire pompously, when Tib clutched him by the arm and bore him away, while the monkey covered the retreat with a profusion of deprecating bows. "Pardon! Mille pardons, monseigncur Americain!" with a finishing shrug that left nothing more to be said. "IHi? What the devil is that monkey trying to do, now?" growled the pig, suspiciously, struggling to release himself from Tib's custody. "Why don't he crawl on his hands and knees, and beg everN'body to tramp on him !" "My dear sir," whispered Tib, frantically, "you have been addressing a real, live emperor from the Danube — the golden eagle." The pig exhibited signs of faintness — he leaned against his young friend for support. "Oh, Lord! I didn't know him from Adam," he finally gasped. Travels of an yiincrican Owl. 59 Jkit it really did no manner of ^ood. The pi^ seemed doomed to distinguish himself, and the poor old j^entleman would have enjoyctl the novelty of his surroiuuliiii^s, if those two anxious guardians of his conduet had only let him alone in peace. At one moment, he was gesticulating to a grave, Persian crane, with a long beard and lamb's -wool kalpac on his head; and, as the crane could not understand a word he said, he rei)licd to a long remark, with suspicion and reserve, that "he did not wish to buy anything," and that " he expected to return home next week." To which the pig responded, pertinently, "We can beat the whole crowd of ye in agricultural machinery," and waddled on, with a nod of gentle defiance. Next, he attacked a group of Jai)anese weasels, wearing straw platters on their heads, and heavily embroidered robes, who spent their time twirling little gilt fans, and blinking at the strangers with their clever, almond -shapc:d eyes, cracking their own jokes, no doubt, and having their own fun at the expense of their neighbors. Tib was choking with laughter, behind the pig's back, but the poor monkey was kept in a cold perspiration of terror, at the erratic proceedings of his new charge. To have the pig exchange the time of day with imper- turbable Turkish storks in fezzes, a princely Hindoo croco- dile artistically swathed in rainbow-tinted shawls, prancing 6o Travels of an Amcricaji Owl. lancers with tight waists and charming moustaches, silent, spectral cloister-flowers dimly visible through veils, was of trifling importance. When he insisted on chasing the Egyptian ibis, seen in the distance, and looking as much like a European bird as he could make himself appear, matters assumed a more serious aspect. The monkey desperately stood in the pig's pathway, declaring that monsieur could only be permitted to so disgrace himself by stepping over his prostrate body, and Tib slid judiciously away to a safe distance, and became absorbingly interested in majolica tiles. " Ikit he's a shrewd business bird — a good farmer, I tell you," panted the pig, impatiently. " I want to ask him why he don't plant — " Tib dived around the corner in pursuit of the art of American joiner)^ and when he cautiously returned the pig had been vanquished by the firmness of his guide. The Teuton dragoon-bird, with his lofty crest, embodying precise militar}- discipline, and attended by his prime-min- ister, the Bismarck brown fox, were both eagerly scanned by the curious traveller, yet he was able to restrain his emotions. When the majestic white bear of the North appeared in the distance, the pig indignantly flung all restraints to the winds, with glowing enthusiasm. " Do you s'pose I won't tell the bear how much we think Travels of an Atnericafi Owl. 6i of him at home ? Get out with your etiquette stuff! Isn't the American eagle as grand as any of your plaguy royal birds mincing around here, I should like to know?" Away charged the pig, and the monkey folded his paws in mute despair. Tib again withdrew to a safe distance, for fear of being identified with any of his countryman's blunders. Half an hour later he found the pig, his countenance empurpled with wrath, his cravat twisted awry, muttering dreadfully naughty words under his breath. "The fools wouldn't let me get near the imperial bear," he explained. "Held me off by main force, flourishing their swords — never had a sword stuck at me before in my life. What did the durned critters think I was going to do?" " Shoot him, perhaps," suggested Tib. " Shoo ! Never thought of that," said the pig, brighten- ing at this solution of the mystery. " Suppose we should try the restaurants, as long as these people will not understand our motives," said Tib. The pig brightened still more — became radiant at the prospect of gratifying his palate with different styles of cookery. So they proceeded to make a tour of the cafes in search of such rare delicacies as they could furnish. And now, the astonishing capacity of the pig gradually developed. 62 Trair/s of an Anu-ricirn Owl. ITc strancjlcd himself with that Eastern hixury, coffee prepared in an luistern way, pounded, and thank in a thick, pasty consistency. " If in\' cook siMit up ihc coffee for breakfast nil j^iviinds WVc that, I'd pack lier out t>f the ht)use before nii;ht!" coui;heil tlie pit;;. Then he ckMided eontiueulal o)'stcrs, as having- a lki\or o{ ci>pper pennies. " C'.ill tuns insipid — miss the penny taste, T suppose." 1 le dipped inti> deheious soups, exquisitely flavored vianiis, crisp, ilainty sakuls, marvellous /aft's, miracles of art in trufHes and mushrooms, antl a mild, benignant smile daw ui-il o\er his fit countenance. Tib watched him with i^reat anxiety as he trotted bravely anil cheerfully from one cii/e' to another, where he tasted maccaroni and olive oil, hot, cold, and nearly loreil caftans and sashes; then skimming lightl\' through a course of bird-nest, shark-fin, and sea-slug business; then leaving, reluctantly, plump ortolans dressed with savory chestnuts, and complaining of loss of appetite; then sipping more tea from egg-shell cups, and ga/ing regretfull)- at an (Oriental pilau which he really couUl not accommodate; then si[iping more coffee with a /«•/// vcnr ill' cognac ; then taking refuge in liquids after solids became an impossibility, and testing an alarm- Travels of an American Owl. 63 in^f variety of wines, even to the insidious absinthe, which would have inevitably upset him had he not possessed the stcach'cst old head in Ihc world. A more beaming;-, bl.md i)i>; than the monkey led home- waxd that evening was never seen, lie did not explode; he was not cut off in his career of usefulness by apoplexy, and upon retirinj^ to rest he slept the sleep of the just. Was it solely due to uni;enerous sus])icion that he seemed to present a tj^reater expanse of surface next morninj; than he had done the previous day ? Tib had not well despatched the pi<,r millionaire, when he was pursued by an anxious and careworn jackdaw, with the in(|uiry had "he received newspapers by the last American mail ? " The jackdaw was in the leather line of trade, and wished to see if that article had risen in the market The jackdaw had many reasons for desiring a rise in leather — chief of which was his lady, the Baltimore oriole. Tib was introduced to the jackdaw [)arty of tourists. The Baltimore oriole was a most gorgeous bird. She was plump, and pretty, and fair, with a charming voice, which had melted the heart and opened wide the purse- strings of her rusty, old jackdaw husband even. She wore the finest feathers, sweeping magnificently behind her; she surveyed works of art through her eye- glass, and made cautiously clipped criticisms upon them, 64 Travels of an American Oivl. based on every carefully perused authority under heaven, rather than her own opinion. She basked in the atmo- sphere of the tranquil South ; she saw the sparkling sea, and a universe of blooming vineyards; she roamed among ancient ruins rising in the majesty of decay, but she was not at all happy: she was not even amused. Why? The jackdaw was an habitual grumbler. At home, she sent him enormous bills for finery, and openly defied his indignation by requesting him to help himself. Abroad, this poor, old jackdaw, who had, for years, opposed the grand tour stoutly, although he had eventually yielded under a treatment of severe nagging, glowed savagely at beautiful landscapes and perplexing couriers; muttered at the delays of custom-houses, yawned drearily at the restraints of the table d'hote, and was perpetually stumbling into some awkward predicament, to the confusion of the Baltimore oriole. He missed his morning paper; he missed the excitements of the gold board; fain would he have jogged up the street with the friend of his bosom (another rough, shaggy old boy after his own heart) to the club, and forget that nightmare of his existence — Europe. One cause of nervous apprehension to the oriole was the jackdaw's conduct; another was the success of the parrots. The two parrot prott^g/es were very trim, very pretty, and had the glossiest feathers. They were complete echoes of Travels of an Americati Owl. 65 their chaperone, but as the mincing affectations of the oriole were very seldom worthy of repetition, even such pretty young-lady birds could not make them other than shallow nothings. The oriole was a famous match-maker, and very popular with mother birds accordingly. She had brou-ht the parrots abroad for the express purpose of " polishing them off brilliantly. What if her dear Carrie, with her nice, genteel manners, should win a title ? What if, for little Minnie, kind heaven was ripening such golden matrimonial fruit as a banker, or a rich manufacturer. At the time when Tib was introduced to the oriole, several of her airy castles had fallen to the ground. Then " our own people abroad " - good game. Noble birds had indeed hovered admiringly about the parrot damsels, and murmured the softest music of flattery into the fascinated oriole's ear -so unlike the jackdaw's harsh, commonplace gabble; but they were shrewd, it would seem, about Mademoiselle Carrie's dot. Madame Oriole must fall back upon our countrymen m earnest, or all was lost, and woe betide the guileless parrots if they did not gain the victory, reach the goal, in the fleet- ing days of their youth. With what scorn and derision would they be received by pert chits of younger sisters at home ! With what chilhng contempt would the bland oriole return them to discouraged parents as unsalable merchandise ! ^ 5 66 Travels, of an American Owl. Small wonder that these proh'grwi- vioN(fi\ donirande — humph! French, I suppose." "Any person wouki know her name, par," replioil the niai;pii\ priuil\-; and tin- hlaikbirtl subsided, much impressed with his il.uiiditei's talents. Thr (\k^\c till Tilled her destiny in life quite as honorably as her merciless critics; she was marrieil, and her joj^^i^ini;" old hare husbaiul sal ([iiietly smokini^ his pipe in the sun, ci>ntciitiHl that she should earn any amount ci'i thalers on the sta^e, and receixe the ailmiration to which her place in the dramatic profession entitleil her. The hare was not of a jealous disposition, nor had he ,\\\y cause for jealousy in the conduct of his dove. A bond (^^ sN'mpathy was thus eslablishctl between the travellers; the\' Kniked unutterable thin_i;s at each other, and slowly elevated their ej-ebrows. ". Is it possible that we are both daughters of the West, and speak the same dear tongue?" inquired the magpie of the hawk. "So it seems." replied the hawk, rather dr)-l\'. Here let us remark that the hawk had enjoyed a great variety of callings, considering her years. .She had been, anil was still, a newspaper correspondent, and magazine cimtiibutor i^f rac)- qu.ilil)'; she was a member of several liteiars' societies; she was a thieiit lecturer; and she was prepared to stand by woman's rights, or die. With all Trd:r/s of a// ^li/ii-ricnn Oiof. ic^ these //7Wrwr/<' Irails, tlic h.iwk had no nonsense about her; slie was fontl o{ divss, and saw no ix-ason why she need tnakc a hii^ht ol hnst-If; she h.id a sharp, piunuin;^- manner, terrifying- to masculine foes if )'ou choose, hut siie was not affected or iUiberah If she ch'd not dive into the fathom- less deptlis of a subject, siie darteil at it from so many inL^cniously different positions of arjj^umeiit, with bewihler- int;-. incessant peckin-s, that she couUi liardly be termed shaUow, if she ihil skim chielly from the briUiant surf ice of things. " Vou come fnuii the l)ou<;hnut Coast, I presume?" observed the hawk, with a sharp, comprehensive ghince at the bkuki)ird. "Yes," assented the ma^-pic, comi)kicently ; then, in thi- same breath, " but you ? " " Cosmopoh'te," said the hawk. slirut;oino- her shouklers. " The raven lady lives in the Palmetto regions, does she not ? " *' I belong to tlie lost cause ! " said the raven, with tragic solemnity. Ihe raven's tone of voice was very soft, and sweet, and indolent; the hawk's had a clear, nutalHc ring, like a bell, not unpleasant, but i)enetrating; while the magpie's was nasal and harsh. The latter had nii)ble(.l at every dry root, and dipped into every science in the category, yet she had I04 Travels of an American Ozvl. never trained and refined her voice from a peculiar, sharp shrillness, piercinc^, and most disagreeable. The raven had not always been a literary bird ; her M ehains, liiikeil toL^ether with the skill of their cunnin<:j craftsmen ! Of course Tib entered the inevitable boat, and dived into a box like a hearse, which he had always heard was a very romantic \\\\\\^ to do, and sped away under the j^uidancc of a rusty but cheerful peacock. Music breathetl siiflly from passing" boats, where lovely peacock ladies reclined, coquettishly screened by lace draperies; colored i;"lobes of light i;leamed and twinkled everywhere, wreath in- he became electrified, and stared, not only open-eyed, but open-mouthed, before him, A boat glidetl gracefully near, and framed in the glow of flashing lamps sat the goose lady, a saucy smile deepen- ing all her prett\' ilimj^les, her golden hair rip[-)ling into bewildering tendrils that entangled Tib and the like of him in the sunny meshes, her glance resting indifTerently on the spot occupied by the young owl. \\\\o can describe his emotions ? He remained slrieken dumb until she had passed like the fleeting vision of a dream, the changing hue of a cloud — then shouted at his peacock, seized the astonished bird by the leg, gesticulated violently, imploring him to follow in moving terms but an unknown language. Travels of an Am eric an Owl. 1 1 5 Although the boatman could not understand the words of this touching appeal, he at once divined their import. Had his training been useless? Was not pursuit and flight, mysterious skimmings through these watery streets, the first lesson of his youth ? The goose lady shot ahead. Tib darted after, turning corners with amazing swiftness, now gliding beneath heavily sculptured balconies and bridges, now emerging into the tranquil space of a silent canal, then drifting, by an abrupt transition, into a thronged thoroughfare, all life and motion. Lead on, goose lady, and punish the owl gentleman for his coldness to the pretty parrots, an indifference that might also fall to your share, in spite of your charming dimples, if he feared you were trying to catch him, instead of leading him such a tantalizing will-o'-the-wisp dance over creation. The winding passages, the sheltered alleys, the concealed doorways beneath archways, were all skilfully threaded ; but when they entered the floating stream of other crafts, Tib's heart failed him — each boat was so exactly alike. Imprecations on that peacock ruler, who condemned the gilded prows, the glittering awnings, the gorgeous curtains to dress in mourning for all time ! The boatman was equal to the emergency : he said Ii6 Travels of an American Oivl. something reassuring to Tib, and kept his eyes steadily on tlie goose lady's movements. Behold! she stepped out of the boat and entered a palace. Tib tumbled out likewise with such precipitation that he missed the step, and plunged headlong to the bottom of the canal. Ugh ! how the City of Silence tasted, all the slime and mud of centuries condensed into one mouthful of water. The boatman calmly fished him out, dripping and wretched — carried him back to his hotel — waited until the deluded youth had made a fresh toilette and armed himself with the bag — returned to the palace, where he moored his bark, and looked up into the sky, and hummed a plaintive ditty. He was quite accustomed to this sort of thing. Tib boldly pushed his way into the presence of the fla- mingo family. It is unnecessary to add, that the father bird stood upon the hearth-rug before an imaginary fire, and that the mother bird, assisted by her daughters, was worshipping a young pheasant of quiet aspect in one corner, who languidly per- mitted himself to be adored. Tib was about to apologize for the intrusion, when the flamingo papa advanced with gracious cordiality and wel- comed him. " Glad to meet you. We expected you at an earlier hour. The Baron of Intellect and Mrs. Flamingo." Travels of an American Owl. \\J The younj^ pheasant nodded slightly, and suppressed a yawn, which increased the previous respect of the party for his superiority, and their anxiety to amuse him. "I knew your father very well when I was across the water, in the interest — of — ahem! — trade." "Papa!" interrupted the mother bird, re[)roachfully. (The idea of mentionint^ //-(tc/c before the 15aron of Intellect, who had never heard of such a thing in his life!) To conceal his embarrassment at this reminder, the fla- mingo papa again warmed himself from force of habit. At least the pleasure of retaliating on the American owl was left, so he proceeded trium[)hantly. "Affairs have changed very much since I was in your country, for the worse. You are getting into a sad mess with your taxation and corrupt office-holders. Why do you attempt to hold such an immense territory, by force of arms, when it must inevitably fall to pieces? Yes, yes, sooner or later. You have the example of all republics. History repeats itself You enjoy an inflated prosperity. What has become of your shipping interest?" " You have sunk it for a time," snapped Tib. The flamingo chuckled and rubbed his hands together, gleefully. " The strongest proof of our strict neutrality consists in our suiting neither party." " Oh, yes, we liked your transactions immensely, and ii8 Travels of an American Owl. some time we hope to imitate them," said Tib, smiling sweetly — he wished to find the goose lady. The flamingo papa regarded him solemnly. In his native land there is a line drawn, and any bird born north of it was never known to take a joke or even understand one — the flamingo race had been reared in a northerly direction. He was not sure whether Tib was making game of him or not, but the Baron of Intellect knew, and there was a sly twinkle of fun in his eye. " How dreadful to think of your lady birds lecturing and voting!" shuddered Madam Flamingo, "I am told the mothers allow an entire and injudicious freedom to the daughters everywhere;" and she glanced proudly at the obedient flamingo daughters, dressed in sky-blue, who looked and thought just as she had looked, and her mother's mother before her. " Perhaps they are equal to taking care of themselves," drawled the Baron of Intellect. "Precisely — self-assured and independent," assented Madam, gravely, " They live on pie and ice-water, which accounts for their lack of color," "True, they seldom eat anything else," said Tib; and then he fervently thanked heaven for a diet which, if indi- gestible and calculated to make his sisters self-assured and independent, prevented their faces from assuming the gen- erous wealth of color that spread impartially from ear to Travels of an American Owl. 119 ear in the flamingo fair ones, and which would deepen by-and-by to the hot, distressing purple of their mother's countenance. Tib was crushed by the heavy masculine broadsides, rid- dled by the feminine small-shot, and he was puzzled at his reception. Where was the goose lady, after all ? At this momenta third daughter entered — whose golden head had misled the boatman — followed by a young owl, who was the expected guest. How the flamingoes drew into their shells! How frigidly they received Tib's apology ! With what dignified reserve did they inform him that they knew no goose lady, and stonily glared at the poor little bag ! How humiliated and overpowered was he with their displeasure, when he bowed himself out, and sought the delinquent boatman once more, leaving the flamingo parents with the firm impression that he had fallen madly in love with one of their daughters, and had impetuously stormed their privacy solely on that account. The Baron of Intellect tapped him on the arm : " I know her.'' " The goose lady ? oh ! " " Yes, gold hair, splendid eyes, and all that," replied the young pheasant, promising to guide Tib aright, and dis- playing a boyish frankness of manner, that formed a de- lightful contrast with the pompous formality of his late T 20 Travels of an American Owl. companions. No flapping of wings and strutting about on the part of the pheasant. No boasting of the Intellect race, or tracing them back to the flood : simplicity of language, plentifully spiced with slang, and the weight of presence impressed rather than expressed. To be sure he felt very nice — very nice indeed — and he could not imagine any calamity equal to not having been borne to the Intellect title and estates. So the flamingoes went their way, arro- gant, proud, and lacking the delicate tact of their neigh- bors, the butterfly nation, rasping a wound already deep, not a type of any class, but just flamingoes in themselves, wrapped in an armor of prickly thorns, against which Tib had sharply stung himself, with this result: the next time he encountered some well-bred, well-educated bird of the flamingo land, he would begin to bluster and boast in a spread-eagle fashion — and make a fool of himself The Baron of Intellect was wonderfully at home with the goose-lady subject. "Have to stand your chance of obtain- ing any notice, with so many admirers already," was his warning to Tib, as they traversed sparkling vistas of chang- ing scenes, roamed through corridors, until they heard a sweet voice trilling some delicious melody, that floated through the open casements down the tranquil canal, and was echoed from distant corners and angles by the boat- men — these peacocks having a quick ear for harmony. " Her voice," said the pheasant, springing up a broad Travels of an American Owl. 121 stairway with the familiarity of previous acquaintance, and seeming a trifle surprised at Tib's evident stupefaction. There she stood, in a stately apartment, embellished with every rare device of exquisite art, with listening groups hanging fascinated on every flute -like trill and warble of her voice — a great singer, and not the goose lady at all. Oh, dear, another wrong secret ! Hope revived within twenty-four hours in an unexpected way. In the City of Silence there is a palace, entered through a grand court, with cloisters, state apartments, spacious stairways ornamented with bas-reliefs, the peacock history traced in all the glory of huge paintings on the walls of innumerable halls, where it pleased dread tribunals to sink fellow-peacocks in dungeons deep, under the waters which wash the foundations, or stifle them in broiling dens beneath the roof — in the name of Justice. A marble arch of majestic design unites the highest portion of the prisons with the secret galleries of the palace — aptly named potite del sospiri — and toward this fatal point Tib discovered a lady solemnly marching, as if striving to realize the crim- inal's agonies when spanning the abyss leading to mysteri- ous doom. Tib felt sure it was the goose lady. Instead, the magpie beamed upon him, and the youth lost his temper. " I thought it was — somebody else." The magpie fitted an arrow and twanged her bow : Q 123 Travels of an Anicriian Owl. " lie is very youn^." Til) winced as he hastened away. O niai^pie, would you not willin|;ly be thrust through with the arrows of sar- casm, even as a cushion is Lux-ratrd with pins, or St. Sebas- tian was, to ivco\ei- lh.it lost boon — \outh? Iji due course i>f time it hai)i)ened that Mademoiselle W'illo" the-wisp smiled innocently from the window of a train (hat whirled over the lont^ viatluct, through miles (^f pools ami marshes, out oi' sii;ht, Icaxing" the despairing owl nuitcl)' i;a/.ini;- into space. Too late, as usual. Tib, the infatuated, left the City of Silence with a hazy remembrance of its stately beauty. The olitteriuL;" x'anes, the Oriental cupolas, nu>saics, ami frihlino-^ fa^leel. Palaces on which \hc luxur)' of architecture had been lavished, churches, treasuring fabulous wealth, rich in paintings ami statuary, columns of h'gyptian porph\r\', altars of jasper, agate, and alabaster, existetl no longer, except in Tib's memory. '^^.^ •i ClIAPTIUl IX. TIB AMONG THE CARDINAL BIRDS. [TILL intcMit upon what had become the main object of existence, now Tib journeyed to the canary-bird capital. Amidst the enchanting ^ayety of the charmin<^ city he was very near forgetting his firm resolve to find the goose lady or die in the attempt: such is the instability of youth. No sombre peacocks here, gliding about majestically to slow music, but merry, light-hearted canaries, fluttering on downy wings from pleasure to pleasure in one long sum- mer of sunshine, changing with lightning rapidity of mood from grave to gay, from black storm-gusts of rage to win- ning, seductive caresses, from the deepest gulf of sudden despair and gloom to a no less sudden elation of enthusi- asm — frenzies of ecstasy. Tib was bewildered ami dazzled by the varying hues of such a life. Best of all, he liked the careless round of amusement that linked the year together in an endless succession of ball andy?/i'. 123 124 Ti'iri'ch of an Aiiicriaifi Owl. Memory jot;s^cd him gently. In a scene of matchless beauty, domed by a sky of intense blue above, a towering mountain smokini; his pipe leisurely, in slender stems of idle vapor, with \-ino\'ards and casinos cliny;in<]^ to his robes near by, the sunshine pouring in a golden flood over the white walls of villas, filtering through dusky avenues of pine, groves of citron and myrtle, and resting on the waves below, leap- ing, cresting, sparkling with a sheen of dazzling splendor the azure waters of the bay, a familiar object disturbed Tib's vision, and that at a moment when the inspiration of the day, the warm, perfumed breeze rustling among cypress-leaves and orange-trees powdered with snowy blossoms, the mu- sical pl.ish (>'[ fmmtains had lent to the owl's fancy such an exhilaration, that he was about to write poetry. Why not? He rhymes well with sea. while an)'body should be able to put mountain and fountain together with telling effect. It was Mr. Crow and his two little sparrow daughters. The sparrows would ha\-e liked to enjoy themselves in the b\'-wa\'s and hedges of travel, rather than in the broad thoroughfares. They were much better informed with re- gard to the towns they should visit than Papa Crow was, who mental!}' summed up, " City of Sausages, the Sam-Souci capital — wonder if I can make the machine go in those places?" The little sparrow daughters carried little guide-books in their pockets, and made little maps on cards, with lines Travels of an American Owl. 125 traced zigzag across them to note where their little feet should take them. They asked advice of everybody, and read a great many books about jaunting abroad : the result was, they became afraid of their lives, such tremendous bugbears loomed before them at every turn. At home they trotted about in security, even speeding through the dark- ness of night in sleeping-car traps without molestation; but once abroad, the wildest terrors beset them. Papa Crow deposited them in some safe, quiet hotel of Fogdom, and dashed off on one of his wild flights in pur- suit of gain, leaving them to mope within doors, as they had been told it was highly improper for them to go out. The little sparrows sighed regretfully. They were shut up in a cage in the great Babylon which they had longed to see. Oh, dear! could they not go to church at least? The highly respectable landlord shook his head solemnly at the frightful risk they would incur of insult — and then departed to ridicule their simplicity and doubt. Weary of fluttering against the prison -bars, with the world so tempting beyond, one of them, driven to despera- tion, declared that she would go to the haberdasher's around the corner and buy a hair-brush, come what might of such recklessness. She paid dearly for the act of bravery. Once in the street, her heart beat quick, and she glanced around fearfully in every direction. The haberdasher's shop was reached in safety, the purchase made, but when she came 126 Tra-i'ds of an American Owl. out, a dreadful, bold young pig-, in a "loud" waistcoat, glit- tering with a lavMsh display of pinchbeck watch-chain, who was perfumed with coarse tobacco and gin, winked one eye at her in a shocking manner, and nudged her playfully with one elbow. " Shall hi carry your parcel, my dear ? " The sjiarrow dropped her hair-brush and fled: so it seems very probable, indeed, that the unscrupulous young pig did carry the parcel after all. They made little proper speeches in timid French, and even the guides displayed a compassionate tenderness toward them which seemed to emanate from a greater depth than the usual varnished exterior of those hardened villains. Thus the sparrows pattered through Europe in the wake of the eccentric crow parent, lurking shyly in corners, and always screening themselves from general observation be- hind a sheltering wall o: friendly pillar, if possible, to chirp their own little opinion without being stared at. Tib felt more than half disposed to fall in love with one or both of them — they were so dainty and nice — and would have done so, had not his eyes been dazzled by the fasci- nating goose lady. Could he have looked into the two sparrow hearts, he would have found mirrored the image of a pale, theological student robin, who had overtaxed his health, burning the midnight oil, poor dear! and would enter the pulpit with less of throat and lungs than is usually Travels of an American Owl. 127 the case; and a ]:)ri.sk young martin, hopping up tlic ranks from errand-boy to clerkship and book-keeping under Papa Crow's approving eye. When he greeted Tib, the crow seemed sunk in pro- found thought. He had just been examining a table with a dove on the branch in the centre, and the artist had spent twenty-five years of his life matching the shadings in bits of stone for the soft exquisite plumage. Papa Crow did not understand such nonsense. Give him the requisite capital, and he would have planted ten thrifty villages in that space of time. Tib confided his troubles to the sparrows, who actually knew the goose lady. "Her name is Tilly- Lilly," they explained. "She be- longs to the great goose family in the City of the Future," (Tib's home.) "llcr uncle, the western crane, is foreign minister, you know." A daughter of the goose family ? Fancy that! In spite of his conceit and assurance, Tib felt rather faint for a mo- ment, so powerful are the influences of childhood in later life. However, he brightened visibly. 1 le would lay pa- tient siege to Miss Tilly- Lilly, and marry into the goose family. In furtherance of this project he beheld a spirited en- counter one day. It occurred at the doorway to the cardi- nal birds' dominions — a very dirty entrance, with narrow 128 Trm>cls of an Amcricaji Owl. alleys of dark wrctchoil houses, devoid of beauty. The raven lad)-'s woiKlly effcets were beiiii;- rutlely shaken and tuniblc(,l over by inquisitive and ollleious menials, who found it necessary to preserve the public peace and se- curity of the government by peering into the folds of her dresses, mouchoir cases, the crowns of her bonnets, the toes of her boots, and even lifting the lids of powder boxes, (a dismal shriek from the owner.) Aha ! What have we here ? Not a manuscript volume of sedition or heresy, intended to explode in our midst and blow us up to paradise, before we receive absolution for our past sins ? Oh, no ! How they pounced upon it and scowled at the harmless pages, holding them upside-down or sideways, gingerly, as if they feared the very words would nip and bite them. The raven turned pale and burst into tears. Her pallor did but confu-ni her guilt, and she might weep until she dissolved, for aught they cared. Alas! poor raven, well might she wail and change color. This was her latest manuscript of seven hundred and fifty pages, being her first impressions and emotions on ap- proaching the siiores o( the C^ld World. The labor IkuI been severe and caused her many a headache, for she had plucked a flowery thought from this writer, and appro- priated an obscure page from that, with great care, mould- Travels of an American Ozvl. 129 ing the whole together with such skill that no one could detect the " cribbing " process. Moved by a divine compassion, the pig millionaire wad- dled gallantly to the rescue. The raven beamed a mild and watery radiance of grati- tude upon him, which diffused a gentle warmth of sympathy through his being. Next to the delights of eating, the pig enjoyed ladies' society. Among the cardinal birds the goose lady at last resolved into a reality. Tib introduced himself to the crane diplomatist. The latter was gracious, and altogether very much pleased with himself for having attained his present exalted position, which he was firmly persuaded was due to liis having made a speech of two hours' length in his native town once, of such brilliancy that it must have overspread the land. The crane's exultation was clouded by one doubt, however: several of his predecessors had been recalled before they had time to unpack their trunks, somebody at home having altered his mind by the next steamer. These suggestions were naturally unpleasant to him. Tib was presented to the crane's wife — a prairie-hen — and her family, in which the goose lady had her place. Oh, but she was pretty, and coquettish, and fascinating! Mow she caressed her dcarWwXc bag, and peeped into the precious diary to see if it was still intact! Mow merrily 9 ^^ 1 30 Travels of an American Oivl. she laughed at the recital of Tib's woes, narrated with con- siderable eloquence by that artful young scamp, and thought in her inmost soul, where vanity slumbered, that it was a nice and romantic affair, and would do to tell the girls at home. How many times did she whisper the important question to her mirror, " Is that stupid thing falling in love with me?" She was a thorough goose, too, in every feather, when she asked poor Tib as to the extent of his intimacy with the turkeys and the pigeon families, with a slightly per- ceptible curl of the lip. The owl became her slave, Tilly-Lilly did not object to that. She flirted with him at dinner-parties, where the prairie-hen presided, placid, plump, and helpless, with the finger of silence closing her lips, because she could not speak the language of her guests ; she wrote him notes on perfumed, slippery paper, inviting him to join in the rambles of the prairie- chicks; then she turned her back capriciously upon him, and had smiles only for a handsome cardinal bird, who owned a big palace, and was only too glad to rent portions of it, getting gain thereby. Nevertheless, his title was a long one, his eyes were divine, and poor Tilly-Lilly's butterfly pinions were sadly entangled in the web of so much glory and beauty. Was there ever such a favorable spot for the growth of Travels of an American Owl. 131 tender passions as the cardinal bird's city ? To lose identity in a vast temple, whose roof towered to such a height that it seemed a moonless night, the tessellated pavement gleaming in the shrouded twilight of a remote distance, where clustering wreaths of silver lamps crowned a tomb, then emerging into the full splendor of gilding, marbles, and pictures aglow with the sunshine of painted windows ; airy, magnificent, gigantic in its grandeur. To ramble through miles of stately galleries, lost in wonder and enchantment, as chamber opened beyond chamber, and hall within hall, stored with a wealth of priceless relics and gems of luxurious art, yet seeking fresh beauties in the bloom of the living quite as often as in portraits of faded tints or the snowy repose of statuary. To watch the moonlight tingeing the tawny, silent river, lurking among the crumbling parapets and balconies of once proud mansions, glittering over an angel that seemed to hover toward heaven from the summit of a frowning castle, resting calmly on the dismantled majesty of a spa- cious arena, where shadowy tyrants again assumed the purple, and sat upon their throne surrounded by lictors, vestals, and senators, with the surging thousands below. What difference to the moon if her light tinged the savage beauty of tigers and lions creeping stealthily toward their victims, or glowed, serene, liquid, and silvery, in later days, on an embrasure draped in the wild growth of clinging 132 Travels of an American Owl. vines, where the owl gentleman and goose lady chirped their little nothings? To gaze from sloping heights upon desolate plains below, Avhere once a splendid tumult of mighty pomp reigned, roads and causeways still firm as adamant, level spaces for martial games, legions going forth to conquer the world, then sweeping back in one glittering tide the wealth of their victories, chained in fet- ters of gold, cars and chariots, ambassadors bearing from the East gorgeous tributes of tremblmg princes, slaves leading wild beasts with vengeful eyes for the fierce arena struggle, captive monarchs humbled in the dust, though decked with the barbaric display of past authority, where silence and desolation now reign, the barren hills clothed in ilex and crowned with lonely towers, framed by a rugged chain of mountains in the distance, and stretching to shining reaches of sea in the opposite direction. While Tib fluttered about the shrine of his divinity, the pig millionaire, under the gentle guidance of the raven, was slowly puffing and paddling among tombs and ruins, listen- ing respectfully to her voluble descriptions, for the raven was a walking guide-book. •Although past the age of imaginative romance, the pig was not proof against his companion's attractive qualities, and the result was, that the woe-worn authoress landed a very big fish high and dry on the shore of matrimony. Prosperity agreed with the pale, dilapidated raven ; she Travels of an American OzvL 133 grew quite pretty, with a faint bloom in her checks, as a dazzling perspective opened before her of unlimited satins and velvet — of publishing the great work (rescued from the clutches of the cardinal bird's officials) on cream-laid paper, with much gilding of cover, according to the dictates of her own fancy. The pig suitor regarded literary labor with wondering awe and admiration, especially as he never strayed beyond the margin of his daily newspaper, himself. To woo and win the lovely Tilly-Lilly was no easy mat- ter, the handsome cardinal bird interfered so mischievously with Tib's interest. Put yourself in his place, impartial reader, at a crisis in his fate. The night, balmy and fragrant, with the soft wind sweeping from the ruins of marble baths, and rustling the pine-trees of gardens, where the flowers exhaled delicious perfumes. Young owl approached the residence of the adored, car- rying a bijou casket, which he had ransacked the town to obtain, and paid a pretty penny for into the bargain, to pro- pitiate my lady. Voices on the balcony startled his ear. "The tiresome creature I Why could he not take a fancy to you, dear: aunt thinks it time you were comfort- ably settled." 134 Travels of an Amcricaii Ozvl. Tib's heart alone would tell him that the sweet voice of Tilly - Lilly makes the sage remark. " There is hope enough left, I should think," replies the prairie-hen cousin, with natural acerbity of tone under the circumstances, she not being a full-fledged saint. " If you dress becomingly, I am sure it can be arranged; I will give you my owl suitor." " Much obliged. Perhaps, dearest, you had better take him yourself, instead of flying at higher game," stings the cousin. Tilly-Lilly tosses her fair head proudly. "Am I not his equal, then ? Have I not been delicately reared and well educated, and are not my fingers as dain- tily unstained by labor as the noblest princess in this land?" She begins and ends with something very like a sob. "That is all very well, if we could only make these haughty birds believe it," returns the practical prairie- chicken. " If you owned half of a continent you might make it go. I wonder what the result would be if a huge rolling-machine passed over Europe, crushing every grade of society to an exact level ? I think you had better take Mr. Owl." " I won't ! I hate him." Exit Tib, still retaining h's costly casket, a sadder and a wiser bird. Travels of an American Owl. 135 "So that is the way Miss Tilly -Lilly plays her little game, and spins her little webs out of gossamer-threads of gratified vanity ! Let her take some other subject to make a fool of, then." Great dignity on the part of owl junior, but a sharp twinge of pain beneath his waistcoat in the region of the heart, at variance with the apparent firmness of his demeanor. CHAPTER X. BOAT-RACE B E TWE EN FR O G S A ND TOADS. HIS is the way it happened. The frogs and the toads had the same blood in their veins — a 11 very good, rich current, too, by-the-by — and as a natural consequence, similarity of traits collided. The toads having a superabundance of energy, and a laudable ambition to imprint Excelsior upon the banners of the school where they were learning their alphabet, causing it to shine above all other schools in the radiance of their light, determined to lift the dingy, venerable edi- fice to a proud eminence of glory by the muscular strength of their own arms alone — a labor worthy of youthful enthusiasm. "Is there anything we cannot do, if we tiy ?" they que- ried, with self-esteem, not unminglcd with rashness, and hurled the gauntlet of defiance straight in the teeth of those absolute perfectionists in aquatic sports, the frogs. i;6 The Boat Race, Travels of an Ainc7'ican Ozvl. 137 The frogs nibbled at the gauntlet, and eventually swal- lowed it, but not until the process of digestion had been comfortably insured, the earliest maxim of infancy, and the foundation of their nationality consisting in keeping cool. " Fight us on our own ground ? " asked the frogs, slowly. " Certainly, if you prefer it," returned the toads, with a lofty disdain for such minute particulars. " Try our method, and boats ? " again queried the frog antagonists. " No, bring our own boat," proudly replied the toads. "Very good; as you please." The frogs gave a guttural croak of delight, soft, low, and confident in tone — then went home to dinner. The toads huzzaed, and plunged Into their craft, spinning up and down stream with such tremendous velocity as a preparatory practice, that they were soon black in the face, and had to be put to bed by sympathizing chums. Of course it is understood, that this conversation took place with the rivals at different extremities of a very good speaking-tube, some thousands of miles in length, which meanders through the dominions of Neptune without so much as asking by your leave of watery majesty. One fine day the toads, cheered by the smiles and tears of friends, stepped ashore on hostile soil. The porter-frogs, who carried their baggage, were hostile, and made bets on them in small coin ; the fog was hostile, 138 Travels of an American Owl. and chilled them through ; if they took a promenade, all eyes were fixed upon them with the same hostility ; and if they practised in the river for the great contest, plebeian frog -boatmen, as familiar with the stream as the insects that skimmed the surface, criticized their style. All this was hard on the toads, and at times benumbed them ; it also aroused a courage, which, if it had been equalled by their physical strength, would have carried them like comets to the goal of victory. As it was, they had the satisfaction of making a breeze of excitement rip- ple over the calm surface of monotony — a breeze that increased to a stiff gale in the toad dominions, where their "backers" ran wildly about, casting money to the winds, and even reached the butterfly capital, making the inhabit- ants elevate their eyebrows and give little shrugs of gentle astonishment. The river glided past castle and town through the span- ning arches of stone bridges, mellowed by age to silvery tints, in a sparkling tide, loitered in tranquil pools beneath the shadow of cool, secluded banks, wound here and there in serpentine grace among the trees, expanded into a broad swift current of rushing waters that parted in slender strands to embrace some leafy island, then entwined again as it slid into the grove-fringed distance. The atmosphere was fresh and fragrant from garden and field, where the sun had sought the flowers to scatter their Travels of an American Owl. 1 39 perfumes on the balmy air. Bright-colored figures were massed together upon the shore; eager forms clung to the bank like a growth of nodding grass, swaying and rustling as they watched the contest ; a dark motley crowd surged over the meadows, swarming from the slums and alleys of a great city. Everybody was there, of course, because it was the proper thing to do. The flamingoes puffed out their gaudy plumage vain-gloriously ; Messrs. Harmony & Dis- cord, of banking fame, looked on abstractedly, while their thoughts reverted to consols; Sir Somebody Something, whose fortune had still flavor of tobacco about it, bet ami- cably with a cotton lord, who, strange to say, favored the toads because of a lingering tenderness for the lost cause, he having heard that one of their number was of rebellious ancestry. The crane minister was there in rather a worse frame of mind, for he had received marching-orders when he least expected them. A young owl gentleman addressed him with feigned cor- diality, and inquired indifferently if his niece Tilly-Lilly was now the Princess Bobiolanciotti. " Oh, dear, no ! nothing of the sort," the crane replied. " Gone home some time ago. I report soon to Scrubbing- ton myself" Behold in this nonchalant, easy youth, our dear hero Tib, improved by some two years more of intercourse with en- 140 Travels of an American Owl. lightened races. A Teuton among the Teutons, a canary- bird among the canaries, a butterfly of surprising vivacity among the butterflies, assuming the chameleon - colors easily, and divesting himself of them with curious rapid- ity, but never a golden pheasant, a flamingo, or an aquatic frog — oil and water are dissimilar fluids, Tib cared nothing about Tilly-Lilly — that sentiment was dead long ago; and yet it afforded him a savage joy — the mean-spirited bird! — to know that she was not the Princess Bobiolanciotti. Tib was accompanied by his bosom-friend, a Gallic but- terfly, whose name was long enough to — stretch across the channel at all events, for here he was, gazing at the scene with a droll, philosophic indifference. The butterfly was sadly puzzled to know why the frogs and the toads struggled and wearied themselves in that fashion. Did the chief glory of existence consist, then, in having mus- cles like cords, sinewy palms, and toughened, sun-bronzed faces ? Was there not sufficient pleasure in sipping dain- tily the sparkling surface-bubbles, with an occasional spice of hazard, or danger, or adventure ? Parbleu ! why need these young giants make blacksmiths of themselves, amidst so much uproar and deep -lunged shouting? Besides, the butterfly was sulky, and a sulky butterfly is a funny sight. He had a cause of grievance which made Travels of an American Oivl. 141 him cast an evil eye on his unconscious surroundings. The previous evening he had accompanied Tib to a temple of music, to hear a charming nightingale sing, and the guardians of the shrine had objected to his personal ap- pearance — they taking the privilege of being fastidious in such matters. His appearance, fresh from the City of Amusement ! The stolid guardians did not care where he came from, so long as etiquette prescribed that his coat-tails should be of a different shape. The butterfly fumed with wrath. " Do they not visit my country in their ugly tweed shooting -jackets ? Are my theatres or churches sacred from their abominable pepper-and-salt undress? Yet I must change my attire to please their eye, before I can hear the nightingale — piff, paff, poum ! " In vain did Tib soothe his anger by lending him a suita- ble costume ; the very amiability with which the owl per- formed this friendly service only irritated his sensitive vanity still more, simply because he keenly detected a lurking complacency on Tib's part at not having been igno- miniously banished likewise. The latter's glory was short-lived, however. When they returned, the stolid guardian cast a withering glance at Tib's hat. Well, what was the matter with that? The stolid guardian superciliously objected to the color, and for the enlightenment of Tib, informed him that it should be 142 Travels of an American Owl. black, whereas it was white. In the meanwhile the nightin- gale was pouring forth her soul in song, and they were losing the delicious strains. Tib tossed his hat impatiently at the keeper, receiving a ticket in exchange, while the but- terfly — smirking a sarcastic deference at the guardian — inquired if their boots pleased his fancy, and if their cravats were of his favorite color, to which the guardian responded, after a grave deliberation, that they would do. So Tib entered the temple hatless, and plunged into the obscurity of a box hastily, which small circumstance had partially restored the serenity of his friend. At the race the American eagle loomed in the distance, chatting, and betting heavily, throwing the contents of every pocket into the scale already weighted by a plethoric purse, while the lion — looking mild and amiable, with smooth mane — rested his nose innocently upon his folded paws : a tropical sea never smiled more placidly in a calm than did this formidable beast. The eagle was unconcerned, and gay. The groups about him were surprised and sorry not to see him whittle the traditional stick, or thrust his claws in his pockets, in a bar-room attitude; but instead he had two attendant crows, in the uniform of major-generals, one to light his cigar, and the other to hold his pocket-handkerchief and field-glass for him. A sound rolled along the shores, gathering in volume as Travels of an American Ozvl. 143 it came — the murmur of many voices — as two dark ob- jects appeared on the stream, side by side, their course marked by a track of foam. The frogs had magnificent breadth of chest, their arms were tanned and corded up to the elbow, their oars entered the water smoothly and evenly, with exactly measured stroke. They were perfectly at home in the sport to which they had been drilled thoroughly in the best possible school of training, against each other, and they were provokingly at their ease on a stream of which they knew every angle and turn. Not so the toads. They had given up their own method of rowing, yet scorned to wholly accept the frog system, and so made a compromise in managing their own boat, adopting a medium course, which was fatal to their suc- cess. Besides these disadvantages, the toads, under the full pressure of emulation, had overtaxed their slender frames, training their weary nerves to the verge of cracking them. Muscles and sinews cannot be converted into iron and steel in a few weeks of development. The eagle thought : " I had rather break in a gold panic than give in here ; but the odds are heavy." The lion yawned leisurely, and stretched himself The frog lads could take care of their luck, yet he cocked one ear attentively to the shouting throng, and thought that 144 Travels of mi American Owl. he should feel a trifle queer if the eagle flapped triumphant wings in his face after all. No fear of that. The slow, methodical frogs swept on grandly, their heads and bodies swaying to the work as one. The nervous, plucky toads, exhausted and anxious, pulled wonderfully fast, but out of form, and much distressed. " Go it, toads ! " " Well pulled, frogs ! " " Hurrah ! " " Now is your turn to pick her up ! " The electric spark of excitement flashed from group to group of sympathizing spectators. Some frogs hopped along the bank, keeping pace with the boats, shouting, croaking, and gasping every breath out of their bodies. Others crowded favorable points, reserving their wind for a suitable moment to arrive, when they would burst into a simultaneous uproar. Away shot the frogs, cleaving the water in long, sturdy, clastic bounds, and away followed the toads, game to the last, lashing the troubled current furiously, with the last effort of their spent vitality. Boom ! A sharp report, a puff of smoke, and the race was over. The winning frogs shook hands, striving to conceal the flush of success beneath a mask of cool indifference, and then aroused the toads' venom by hinting broadly that the Travels of an American Owl. 145 contest was mere child's play to them — a boast as ungen- erous as it was unnecessary, since the victory was their own. The eagle — fiercely loyal to the toad champions, and very much out of pocket with the task of backing them — nevertheless took the affair calmly and courageously, phi- losophizing thus : " Matters might, and would have been worse, if any one else had undertaken the championship. The gallant toads shall have a dinner-party when they return home, to en- courage them a bit. Perhaps it might have been just as well for them never to have attempted it, though." Then the eagle made the lion a low bow, and flew away. As he did so, he confided to the winds this profane excla- mation : " Darn it all ! I wish they had not got beat." 10 T p ^p ^1 iKKc^^y^ W?' ^m i Ij^g^l jAji^^^^i 'It x» -s^ *-^^^^"— laffl mm CHAPTER XL TI/£ BIRD-OF-PARADISE OPENS A NEW CANAL. HE bird -of- paradise crossed the threshold from day to night. Her presence was a radiant vision, for she embodied the sunlight of a new era that rolled in a golden billow of progress over darkened lands. The ibis had invited her to make him a visit, very po- litely — a shrewd head that of the ibis — and the stork, his master, although slow and stupid enough, could be both suspicious and jealous. Bismillah ! What did the ibis mean with his grand man- ners? Was he anything but an upper-servant — a steward to do his bidding? A servant living on his own estate, however, that he had improved of late by means of a new ditch through which ships could glide and speed away to the distant Indus. The stork sulked, and then determined to make a first impression. " Should be very happy to receive the bird-of- paradise if she came his way." Afterward he would thrash 146 Bird-of-Paradise Opens a Canal. Travels of an American Owl. 147 the ibis for his impudence, when the whole pageant was over. There was some consolation in that. The fair guest bowed her crested head, curved her stately neck, and assented. So a golden horn received her in the small end and dis- charged her from the larger one, (which is better than the reverse,) into a crowded city of close-packed buildings that rose from the water -edge in a compact mass of narrow streets, tall houses expanding into domes and tapering spires at frequent intervals, and spreading in blooming gardens over the sloping hills of the background. Lodge the bird-of-paradise daintily, O stork ruler ! Drape the vestibules of her temporary nest in the richest hangings ; deck the saloons with sumptuous appointments of gilded wood wrought in flowers of white and blue, ex- quisite porcelain vases mounted on glittering pedestals, clocks and candelabra of massive silver, crystal chande- liers sparkling with prismatic tints in the softened gleam of wax tapers; shroud her boudoir in Oriental silk of red and white; strew it with luxurious gray and gold cushions, spread a velvet wealth of carpet beneath the feet, freight the carved and inlaid tables with goblets all gem-studded, glasses traced with gold, cups encrusted in pearls, vials of perfumes distilled from subtle poisons in the earlier days of magic art ; veil the windows in delicate screens of lace and fringe, where the lovely bird may watch the sunlight glitter 148 Travels of an American Owl. over kiosk, cupola, and sea, or turn to the flashing mirrors in perfecting those matchless toilettes which astonish the loose-robed phantoms of stork ladies. Have a care, stork ruler ! Progress is a very good thing, but what if it teaches your slave-wives to pout and storm in the captivity of their magnificent cages that they may not do as the bird-of-paradise does. Invite her to drive with you, not in the huge gilded cha- riot, drawn by horses caparisoned with gorgeous trappings, or the clumsy wooden vehicles dragged by oxen of your grandfather's day, but in a natty, graceful, modern carriage, with Gallic butterfly -outriders in the richly embroidered vests and dashy jackets of your liveries. How do the stork subjects like that ? Does it not disturb their prejudice to behold you seated beside the bird-of-para- dise, who wears an airy trifle of gauze and flowers perched on her head, and smiles calmly under the gaze of the faith- ful, instead of concealing her charms in a towel, as you wend your way through a valley beneath the fragrant shade of cool trees, refreshed by a brook of fresh pure water, to a distant amphitheatre among the hills, where the tents of stork soldiers slope up a mountain-side ? Lead her to your picturesque kiosk, gorgeous in ara- besque design of rose and gold, with darker draperies and gold fringes, at the head of the valley, that she may behold your army emerge from their tents to curvet, wheel, and Travels of an American Owl. 149 prance in the plains below, obedient to the strains of bril- liant music, their weapons flashing, and the earth echo- ing to the tread of horses, the heavy rumble of ordnance, as each pass in review, while the Phosphorus leaps and dazzles like the frosted armor of a snake beyond, the varying scintillations of its surface contrasting strangely with the sombre hue of the sea of Darkness in the far-off distance. Tempt her epicurean taste with a magnificent array of costly viands, and then present her with the dinner-service afterward, to show that you do not mind such trifles. Con- ceal the dirt and dinginess of your famous city with ban- ners, and flags, and gaudy tapestries, robe it in a holiday attire which will render its subsequent neglect only the more repulsive, then waft your guest in slender, sharp- prowed boat from the shore, with lights gleaming by thou- sands on every palace, a chain of vivid fire linking together the range of hills from the brink of the waves to their sum- mits, lanterns wreathing the distant military encampment, twinkling rays of brilliancy outlining the masts and yards of stately vessels, many-tinted bubbles swaying with the graceful motion of tiny cockle-shell crafts on the shadowy waters, and over all the fiery crimson radiance of rushing star-clouds, the glowing disks of intense splendor that flood the scene with noonday brightness as the train of vesels — a line of flame — sweep onward. 150 Travels of an American Owl. A famous theatre for scenic effect — only the stork sub- jects' money burns up like tinder on such occasions. Next the bird-of-paradise made a call on the pelican, who erected in her honor a passage of white columns, entwined and roofed with evergreens at the landing, and grouped pavilions lined with shrubs and flowers here and there. Being new to the business of reigning, and accustomed to gayer society than their venerable kingdom afforded, the pelicans were delighted to receive the bird-of-paradise, when she glided into their midst fresh from the atmosphere of the present, while they, in the prime of their youth still, could only dream of the past. How delicately the visitor brushed them with the velvet surface of her consummate tact and winning beauty, warm- ing the hearts of the brave with judicious praise, touching skilfully such fine chords that would produce harmony among the throng of scarlet skullcaps and national em- broidered jackets — no jarring discords came from the pressure of her light fingers. Then farewell when night had fallen, the snowy gran- deur of famous ruins, dismantled and crumbling, lofty col- umns and carved porches transfigured, glorified in the pale-blue fire of illumination. From majestic, roofless tem- ples, in ghostly beauty, statues crowned with the storms of eventful centuries looked mutely, calmly down upon the world below, of town, vineyard, and tranquil sea. Travels of an American Owl. \ 5 1 Oh ! shades of the immortal pelican race, have you come to this, and does the splendor of your history only glow into life for a moment in the transient flash of Bengal lights and rockets ? The ibis, jealous in turn of the stork master's hospitality, rushed wildly about, building a railroad, decorating palaces, renovating steamships, arranging /^/^j-, and emptying his coffers lavishly, determined to eclipse all previous re- ceptions. Did not the remembrance of the evening on the Phos- phorus fade before more novel spectacles, when the cour- teous ibis led the bird-of-paradise forth into the thorough- fare of his ancient city, with a brilliant cavalcade of birds on foot, running before to clear the way, their torches flaming in long lines of fire, and dainty carriages followed, where sat the fairest flowers of ibis beauty, shrouded in silk and tissue, guarded by stern household dragons in gorgeous uniforms ? At one moment the modern seemed wholly to have driven back the ancient. The bird-of-paradise heard the familiar music of her own tongue on every side ; beheld large -hotels, squares, and mansions, with Western waiter birds skimming about restaurants, or superb footmen lounging in doorways, which might have held their place in one of her own provincial towns without incongruity ; butterflies pirouetted on the stage of a handsome theatre; 152 Travels of an American Oivl. the more enlightened ibis subjects patted their kid gloves in a gentle ripple of applause, at the sweet tone of some favorite singer. The next moment her carriage turned a corner, and the scene had grown older by a thousand years. The winding streets, destitute of pavements, were roofed with rainbow- tinted shawls, from which depended chandeliers all ablaze with thousands of tapers, while tinted globes of light wreathed and clustered from space to space, of inconceiv- able number and variety, shedding their rays down on lat- ticed windows, and a multitude of red or white turbaned heads, swaying and surging like the waves of a troubled sea, guards shrieking their piercing cries, timid forms drawn up against the walls to gaze at the stranger, radiant in satin, jewels, and lace, as she passed. The lamps, tapers, glass pendants, sparkling crystal fringes of the whole world seemed to stud the roof that canopied these narrow by-ways, extending in bright vistas above a mass of gesticulating motion, where bronze skins contrasted with the yellow and silver of flowing robes, the blue and green and purple of sashes or mantles, blending to a gorgeous harmony in the distance. Bazaars yielded their costliest treasures, sacred temples revealed their twilight-screened mysteries for the first time to unbelieving eyes ; the river offered the tribute of its sweetest incense in the cup of a lotus-blossom. The bird- Travels of an American Owl. 153 of-paradise held the magic key, and the frowning gateways of proud superstition flew open, displaying the precious though tarnished coronet of antiquity. In the meanwhile the beaver , stood on a fine pier surveying his completed labor. Had a beaver ever greater cause for satisfaction ? To discover one's appointed task in this world, and then do it, in spite of obstacles, is to have fulfilled destiny. Years before, the beaver had spanned the same scene with one comprehensive, keen glance, and said firmly : "I will do it." He saw a low strip of sand projecting into the sea, with- out any of the natural resources of a fertile region to furnish supplies for the maintenance of towns, a dry, arid waste of desert spreading in yellow billows into the distance, and an atmosphere of stifling heat. An unpromising prospect enough, but this brave-hearted beaver did not quail, even though the undertaking before him was already scarred with the failures of previous attempts. The ibis nation had weighed the importance of the work in the earliest twilight of creation, one or two of their rulers having slain thousands of subjects in the enterprise, only to have a successor destroy the route to starve out a rebellious province. Vulcan I. had an eye to its advan- tages, and would have slashed a trench through from sea to sea with his sword, such was his impetousity, had his at- tention not been diverted to other matters. Having spied U 154 Travels of an American Oivl. out the land the beaver made a low bow to the ibis, who was shrewd enough to perceive that it was for his advan- tage to have this industrious animal laboring for him, and promised to aid him by every means in his power. The stork master must next be requested to give sublime permission. A reluctant half-consent was the growling response ; the ibis was too ambitious. The beaver climbed nimbly over the first obstacle of stork hostility, and proceeded to build a port for the ships that must bring machinery and food. "The water is too shallow for a barge to float," grum- bled the assistants. " Build breakwaters on either side of the harbor to deepen the enclosure," replied the beaver. " Heavy machinery and provisions must be landed before that can be accomplished," again grumbled the assistants. " Make an island at the limit where ships can approach, erect cranes, and transship the imports into lighters which can convey them to the beach," replied the undaunted beaver. " To bring stone for the breakwaters from a distance will not only be a great expense, but occasion delay," grumbled the assistants a third time. " Make our own stone, of sand mingled with lime, and moulded into blocks, which this good sun will bake for us to the firmness of granite," said the beaver. So they dug, and bored, and burrowed perseveringl)', Travels of an American Owl. 155 aided by giant machinery that hewed its way along with arms of iron and sinews of steel, while the ibis subjects, guided by inuid, swarmed everywhere like busy insects, until the beaver's track became visible in the sand. The earth permitted him to furrow her broad countenance with his little drills and pigmy wounds, but opposition met him at every turn. Every impediment was thrust in his way, yet only one foe could effectually check his progress — death. Enemies hurled arrows and javelins of ridicule at him (secretly uneasy at his success), and friends thrust him with needle -pricks of doubt and disappointment. Instead of " I hope you may succeed," or " Persevere in the effort at all hazards," it was a ready, premature, " You cannot do it." " J'ai pour principe de commencer par avoir la confiance," he said, calmly. Sometimes a lion placed a rock in his path ; the lion was entirely averse to any modern improvements in which he had no paw. Sometimes a scientific bear threatened to crush him under an avalanche of argument. The beaver either scrambled over the first rock, or glided adroitly around it, and arose with elastic ease from the pressure of scientific brick-bats. Unconquerable and uncrushable ! The traits becoming more apparent daily, the stork clapped his beak angrily and crashed down the largest rock of all. The beaver 156 Travels of an American Owl. measured the formidable barrier with his eye, wellnigh despairing, for he could not climb it. This was the rock : " Drive away the infidels and with- draw your laborers. Am I to have my servants greater than myself?" The ibis had to eat humble pie and obey. The brains of any other than ibis workmen would fry in such a sun. The beaver turned to his protector, Vulcan III., and that great bird smiled reassuringly ; laid a gentle claw on the stork's arm, asking, in the most friendly way possible, had he not better^ in reason, remove the rock. The stork was obtuse, yet he was able to see his duty very plainly after that, and the beaver dug on his way rejoicing. With no less success did he conquer nature and make the dreary waste of sand bloom like the rose, by means of fre- quent watercourses to moisten the parched soil. He stood on the pier surveying his completed labor, for which he had toiled so many years. A broad artificial river flowed along, linking together a chain of lakes, and where the desert had so recently held undisputed sway, fish skimmed past merrily on exploring expeditions, ships floated, and small native boats with clumsy sails loitered from shore to shore. Myriads of donkeys and camels had toiled patiently under heavy burdens, with ibis workers in blue robes and red caps, dig- ging, resting in soft holes of the banks, saying their pray- Travels of an American Owl. 157 ers — like good birds — bowing their heads devoutly, wholly unmindful of the bustle about them to accomplish this end. Two hundred and eighty monsters, equal in strength to thousands of horses, had devoured fire, then breathed forth flame and steam -clouds, excavating, dredging, polishing into symmetry for the blue waves to follow step by step in their wake. A prosperous town of the beaver's own rearing had grown out of the desolate waste, boasting handsome villas, a public square shaded by numerous trees, a broad boule- vard, gardens draped in luxuriant yines with the purple bloom of pendent grape-clusters visible among the leaves ; and the golden tints of oranges mingling with every variety of tropical plant. The receding waves of barbaric natives still fringed the palace, in ragged turbans and brass -bound face - coverings, their shrill cries mingling with the more refined influences of music and modern salons. How the trumpet of praise rang out in pealing notes through space, exalting the beaver to the skies! How sure everybody was that the enterprise must succeed, except the lion, who still liked to think that the soil would crumble in, or something dreadful happen. The loyal beaver's dream of glory was realized when the bird -of- paradise appeared to crown his success with the appropation of her presence. Progress again ! Behold the fanatic host gathered in a 1 5 8 Travels of an American Owl. vast multitude, whose forefathers liad raised the crescent triumphantly aloft and always trampled on the cross, listen- ing patiently to the smooth calm voice of the cardinal bird blessing the new river solemnly, congratulating the world on its success, praising the enlightened ibis for aiding the magnificent work, praised the beaver for his exertions, praised the bird -of- paradise for her presence there, even delicately commending the tolerance of the listening throng in these later times. The ibis tribes expressed approval, instead of rising in a mighty sea of wrath to crush the holy preacher, and frantic howling birds among them, who tor- tured their emaciated frames in agonies and frenzies of religious fervor, thought that affairs were changed indeed. The bird-of-paradise led the triumj^hal procession through the watery gateway, followed by boats of the golden eagle, the dragon bird, the northern bear, all bristling with guns and dressed in their best, and sailed from sea to sea. The labor was done, and nations eyed each other askance, wondering how they could make money out of it. While they were thus pondering, the golden eagle sent peddler birds skurrying away to the far east with samples of his wares, to inform them glibly that their orders would receive prompt attention, and the prices be most reasonable if left at the mouth of the Danube. "The early bird catches the worm," and the eagle was abroad at dawn to prepare for the tide of wealth when it Travels of an American Ozvl. 159 flowed from remote sources. The American owl was pres- ent, of course. Although not an invited guest of the great ibis, he steamed along the canal with the best. Tib mingled with the current of Oriental life with tremendous ardor — and very soon wearied of it. He clung to the pyramidal backs of dromedaries ; he wore green spectacles and a fanciful band of linen wound about his hat, with streaming ends fluttering behind, and jolted over rough roads on prancing donkeys, that perseveringly butted against every obstacle they met, often exasperating stately camels into craning forward long necks to give the rider a playful or vengeful nip. He was dragged to the summit of some famous tombs by shrieking, clamorous ibis savages of brazen mien, who extorted money from him at every step, and threatened to pitch him over the brink if he refused to grant their modest requests. He sipped perfumed snow and liquid sweetmeats until he experienced a curious twist in his internal arrangements, which was not without a degree of glory, after all, as it enabled him ever after to revert to the time " when he had the cholera in Fairo," with the same pride that many other birds experience in attributing any malady during the rest of their natural lives, to the "malaria-fever" of the Cardinal- Bird City, a sure proof that they have been there. The bird-of-paradise flew westward, her pinions glittering i6o Travels of an American Owl. with rich gifts, her mission accomphshed. The ibis rested from his labors, exhausted and prostrated by unusual exer- tion, yet soothed by the consoling reflection that he had "outdone" the stork. The vulcan added another jewel to the diadem of his reign, in the completion of one of the great wonders of the age, fostered to maturity by his powerful patronage. The Return ; lilarries ths Goose Lady. CHAPTER XII. THE OWL RETURNS HOME OVER THE TERRIFIC RAILROAD. HE owl had been everywhere, and seen many rare spectacles, when, at the expiration of several years, he turned his face westward once more. He returned home solely because there was nothing more for him to learn — he had become as wise as an owl can be. He had entered the granite portals of grand solitudes, where long narrow valleys, clothed in emerald green, spread away in far-reaching vistas, between stately moun- tains, pine girt and hoary, their sides fissured and terraced with the tempests of countless winters, their peaks veiled in soft masses of clouds. The morning mists melted in transparent rifts before the sun's first rays, in the pure at- mosphere of such high latitudes; the rosy flush tinging columns of basalt, granite, and sandstone, smooth rounded bowlders, steep precipices descending into shadowy chasms, depth below depth of impenetrable gloom ; or lighting II V i6i 1 62 Travels of an Ajnericaji Owl. rugged, beetling crag and cliff, where slender threads of cascade leaped from rock to rock, flowing in a crystal stream through sheltered gorges and glens of this stern wilderness. He had lingered in villages perched on hill- sides, embowered in a luxuriant wealth of verdure, olive- trees heavy with the burden of rich brown fruit, corn wav- ing in every nook, tulips and jasmine mingling the sweet perfumes of snowy blossoms, cork-trees twisted into fan- tastic forms, with delicate fern fronds draping the large trunks, and mistletoe festooning the branches contrasted with stiff aloes. Convents crowned the undulating hills, girdled by meadows blooming with flowers of every hue, and orchards bearing golden, crimson, and purple fruits, all interlaced with vines drooping beneath the weight of delicious clusters. To the peaceful stillness of such sylvan retreats, where the shepherd dozed away existence in the shade, contented in the possession of a morsel of bread, a bunch of grapes, a cigaretto, a flask of Montilla, and a guitar, did the American owl turn his steps, blase from the elegant dissi- pations of cities, watching the graceful evolutions, the light airy motion, the ease in alternate windings or giddy maze of fair native birds dancing in the evening twilight to the tinkle of simple strains beneath the spreading trees of their homes. Travels of an American Owl. jg^ He had tried to break his neck after the most approved methods in Skitzerland, by chnging to icy pinnacle, slipping on the brink of yawning gulfs, where a false step would inev- itably hurl him down to a marble death amidst the dazzling magnificence, the halls of emerald and transparent blue of the frost-realm; braving the crashing avalanche -torrents of awful solitudes wrapped in mantles of eternal snow Everywhere he found the Saxon tourist venturing where he dared not go, mocking danger, laughing in the face of the King of Terrors, trusting to his own strong limbs re- velling in treading the brink of perpetual peril, and shoot- mg into infinite space sometimes. These would no longer throng the land if a road was smoothed, a path straight- ened. Better to manufacture artificial glaciers and erect barriers of picturesque effect, than to make the way so easy that these singular strangers would not need to clamber and scamper, and toil, yielding in return for the pleasure' much gold. ' He had endeavored to drive Papa Owl to the verge of bankruptcy, amidst the glittering temptations of fashion- able baths to which birds flocked from every quarter of the globe -birds of dilapidated fortunes striving to mend them by the revolution of a spinning ball ; birds with such monotonously heavy money-bags that they relished the variety of reverses, not to sip the mineral waters, or to ram- ble in beautiful parks of stately trees, but to hasten like 164 Travels of an American Owl. blind devotees to a handsome building lavishly decorated in gilded saloon and corridors — the great Curse-all — where birds - of- prey hovered, alert and keen, where young faces grew old, and smooth features became pinched with haggard anxiety, all eyes fixed absorbingly on the fascinations of the tapis vert, as the pitiless balance poised fortune for one, ruin for another. Over these racks of torture presided calm, business-like, horrible spiders, who had spread their cunning webs and decked them with tawdry glints of color and bits of glass to entrap the unwary, then gloated over their victims, know- ing that the last drop of life's blood would surely flow into their coffers. He had visited those remote provinces where the weak, effeminate potentates sit in their card - house palaces of polished chunam, painted in curious designs of fruits and animals, and carved teak-wood verandas, amused with the childish baubles of a shadowy authority which permits them to indulge in cruel caprices toward their subjects, of dragging them at the heels of elephants, for petty offences ; to chain tigers with embroidered collars — feebly envious of beasts that can hold their own in the jungle ; to mould solid silver guns of no earthly use, except to have admiring subjects worship them and offer floral tributes ; to perfume their stern conquerors with attar-of- rose and scented waters, tempting the appetite with delicate fruits, aromatic, pungent Travels of an Americatt Owl. 165 nuts, lime -spread leaves, when for some naughty trick of passionate revenge they seem inclined to wrest away the rule of poppy, rice, and cotton-fields from the lawful sov- ereign, even depriving him of the pleasure of nagging the inhabitants of his densely populated, dirty, ill-paved native city, blocked with gates where lounge ragged soldiery. The owl, possessed by the spirit of perpetual motion, no longer surprised into ecstasies of admiration at novel spec- tacles, or dismayed at unexpected inconveniences, drifted to the brink of a sacred river so ancient that the separate drops flowing between two shores would scarcely serve to count for years since the stream first issued from its cradle, bear- ing the ashes of passing generations on its bosom down to the sea. On the opposite bank, in a dazzling atmosphere that softened plaster and whitewash into a semblance of marble, with every imperfection of decay or neglect mellowed by the intervening space, rose a city of fabulous splendor. Along the water-line a fringe of bronze-limbed forms laved in the holy waters to cleanse from past sins, flights of broad stone steps led upward from the river's edge with gaudy- clad shadows mingling in changing colors, slender towers encircled by miniature turrets and gilded spires rose above the roofs, cupolas crowned mosques like glittering bubbles, graceful columns shot to airy heights against the blue sky, and ruins toppled, whose worn walls were screened by a 1 66 Travels of an American Owl. mantle of tender green vines. There were dark cool streets sheltered by lofty houses from the fierce sun -rays, where mules and sober elephants wended their way along ; in the narrow cells of shops were workers in gold cloth, weaving caps of rich embroidery ; carvers of idols, dealers in pre- cious stones ; the temples abounded in elaborate carving, screens of lace-work tracery, tombs of silver and rare mai- bles; but to cross the river was to rob the picture of the hazy tints of distance in actual contact with repulsive reality. These birds knew nothing of the American owl. They not only existed without any knowledge of his country, but seemed to scorn the simplicity of republican institutions if they were explained to them. The earth is spread out on a flat plate, and if one is blessed by being located in the exact centre of the dish, over Shiva's trident, what matters the condition of those nations pushed to the extreme verge of the rim, by fate ? At last Tib reached the Guinea -Pig Empire, famous for pagodas and a certain fragrant plant dear to the hearts of venerable lady birds. If the structure of Tib's local vanity was not already demolished by severe thrusts received, the superb superior- ity of the guinea-pigs must have inevitably razed the temple to the ground. Intrenched in the tradition of hoary ages, and still a power- ful kingdom after a tide of savage invading wolves had Travels of an American Otvl. 167 leaped over the boundary walls from the arid steppes of the north, the guinea-pigs had profound faith in their maturity, and that nobody could teach them anything new. They built their houses in the queer form of a tent, as their remotest ancestor had done ; each might strive for the prize of a button ; they expended whole lives in dwarfing stately trees to painful distortions of growth ; they called all foreign birds dogs, red-haired infidels, and other pretty names. They dreaded the heavy guns of these infidels, all the same. Of course they informed Tib that their empire was the exact centre of the universe, but then he had heard that so often before that he was growing accustomed to the state- ment. The blackbird believed in the Doughnut Coast until death; the butterflies listened with charming patience to any contrary statement, then glided back to an original stand-point of devotion to the City of Amusement ; the flamingoes laughed to scorn the idea of any other metro- polis besides Fogdom being worthy of the name ; the lan- guid peacocks pitied the inhabitants of those capitals where a bird was obliged to use his own legs occasionally instead of sailing through calm canals. The guinea-pigs did not make the slightest attempt to conceal the low estimate in which they held Tib ; they even dubbed his race " Saxons number two." This was in part due to the owl's not wear- ing robes of yellow satin, embroidered with dragons, or the 1 68 Ti'avcls of an American Ozvl. stylish uniforms befrogged and epauletted of other foreign- ers, and in part to the fact of Tib's representative not being allowed sufficient pocket-money to make the same flourish of trumpets as others, which alone could blow away the cloud of guinea-pig distrust and dislike. " You teach us nothing," was their argument. " We weave rich silks ; we write books of many volumes because we have plenty of leisure ; the microscope alone can reveal all the beauty of our minute ingenious labor. Talk of your navigation ! We had the compass long before you were born, and could go to sea if we liked, only we don't like. Yes, and you plume yourselves finely on the art of printing, just as if we had not known about it since the Flood. We can make gunpowder, too, although we have as often blown up ourselves and singed our own pig -tails as our enemies." Doubtless this was an atmosphere in which the American owl's pinions must droop. To be despised by a short, squat guinea-pig, devoid of beauty, who lived, ate, drank, and had his being amid scenes of filth, who burned gilt rags of prayers before swinish idols, was calculated to take the wind out of one's sails. Said Tib, reflectively : " I think I will go home." Then he looked out on a vast ocean that held on its bosom chains of islands, with volcanic peaks and coral reefs Travels of an American Owl. 169 fringed by cocoa-nut palms to the brink of transparent lagoons, islands fertile in soil, rich in spice-groves extend- ing from the shores of the great guinea-pig empire to his own remote home, each yielding its treasures to a hungry world and linked to sister isle, or some great continent of the globe, by darting shuttles of steamships, weaving to- gether drifting threads into a compact whole. Girdled by steam; clasped in iron bands. Could haughty guinea-pig isolation withstand those forces? Tib rather liked the weasels, those island neighbors of the guinea-pigs, who bowed themselves into the likeness of tur- tles, with only a square of back visible, as a mark of polite- ness. Clever and shrewd, they delighted in deceiving and bewildering intrusive strangers by false statements, — they regretted that the rest of creation should be so shamefully backward in the requirements of civilization as not to ap- preciate the merits of harry-carry, yet they did not say as much about it as the blunt guinea-pigs would have done under the circumstances. The weasels cut off heads so neatly that one could not but admire their skill, acquired by long practice. Nor were they less remarkable in magic arts. The weasel juggler was to the plate-spinning, card- shuffling adept of modern lands what the agile monkey is to the elephant. If he swallowed a lighted brass pipe, washed it down with a cup of water, afterward breathing W 170. Travels of a?t American Owl. forth volumes of smoke from the very pit of his stomach, apparently, then waved his fan quickly, and the pipe re-ap- peared in his mouth, still glowing , like a coal, a weasel audience yawned listlessly. If he poised eggs on a flat lacquered slab, and by an almost imperceptible oscillation caused one egg to waltz gracefully while the other remain- ed quiet, then a second to join in the dance, then a third, and a fourth, without the touch of hand or instrument, the weasels nodded a gentle approval at this perfection of dexterity. To excite any warmth of enthusiasm, however, the juggler must ascend the scales of wonders rapidly, bal- ancing poles on his nose which form only a foundation structure for boys, parasols, and whirling balls, must flutter from his fan troops of puppets, shadows of animals, and pirouette on the rim of lighted lanterns unscorched, with a wonderful quickness and grace of execution, until the audience smile benignantly when he crawls out of sight, like a fly, among the painted clouds of the ceiling. At length Tib was wafted to the shores of the West again. What glory to have entered a Golden Gate with the sails of his yacht inflated by the cold wind, icy from the breath of arctic peak, the raw, keen purity of lofty sierras, as he surveyed the scene, standing on the ivory decks ! Alas! that fame is only purchased at so high a price. The owl was obliged to take his place meekly among other passenger birds on a public steamship. Travels of an American Owl. 171 The evening shadows shrouded the glittering track of waters, h'ghts flashed on the level piers, crested the hills with beacon rays of welcome, twinkled in an undulating line of valley, mirrored tiny boat and stately ship, slender bowsprit and heavy hull in the calm depths of the harbor. Everywhere gayety and brilliant illumination. The youngest daughter of the West had planted her standard on a smiling shore, the sea breaking at her feet in waves of wealth from the remote East, bringing dusky natives of the lands toward the rising sun to enrich barren, rocky wastes with patient Oriental care, and the mountains of the background, clasping her in their sheltering embrace, veined with the richest treasures of gold and silver. Across the intervening space dividing her from a former home thrilled the tidings of every hour with electric flash, and through the granite heart of nature's sternest wilderness extended smooth bands of iron uniting her with the whole world. The guinea-pig was there in advance of owl junior, boring industriously in abandoned mines, accepting the scraps and gleanings of every employment, soberly persistent in getting gain, and sending his bones back to the guinea-pig empire eventually. Tib, the traveller, surveyed the land, saw the gold spike, which fettered the completed labor to the brink of the sea, driven firmly in its appointed place amidst the acclamation 1/2 Travels of an Americaji Owl. of glad multitudes, and stepping jauntily into a palace-car of the Terrific Railroad was whirled away. Such a famous ride ! Past villages and cities embowered among orchards and vineyards, the rose -bloom of oleanders, the clustering sweetness of heliotropes and fuchsias, luxuriant hedges of vivid scarlet, thickets of glossy-leaved plants, all mingling their aromatic perfumes in the sun's hot rays. Past narrow canons where smooth rivers danced .lightly along in search of green meadows and flower-fringed banks; hillsides honey-combed with the drills of miners eagerly tracing glittering threads, with wooden troughs of trickling water-rills marking the line of labor, and trains of laden mules wending their way along giddy ledges; lakes framed in rocky heights, crimson in the glories of sunset, with the purple twilight lurking around the base of cliffs, and spread- ing mellow tints over the harsh outlines of the hills. Stately mountains frowned down from inaccessible sum- mits, the clear atmosphere revealing each immense shadow- less dome in sharp distinctness, every rift and scar of time or tempest, disdainful of screening mist and softening dis- tance. Bald, severe, and magnificent, they opened the vista of gorges, precipices, crags, and ledges, untrodden, save by shy wild creatures, to curious eyes, and the shrill notes of steam rang and echoed from peak to peak, all nature quiv- ering in sudden terror, disturbing the unbroken silence of Travels of an American Owl. 173 centuries. Forests of pines, firs, and balsams, swaying their plumes and tassels in the boisterous frolic of the wind, merged into plains of wormwood and sage, belts of azure flowers, and oceans of billowing grass where shadows dim- pled the level surface. Progress startled the sober buffalo in the peaceful retreat of pasture lands. Progress drove the humble little prairie- dog and rattlesnakes from ancestral halls, caused the timid antelope to flee before its noisy life, while the lord of the soil welcomed it with derisive war-whoop of scornful in- difference. Oh, it was glorious! The owl flew on through miles and leagues of space, with quickened pulse answering in responsive throb to the congenial energy of home influences again. Not that he intended ever to be anything but a foreigner in his native land, after all he had learned abroad. Dear, no! Still he was conscious of a glowing enthusiasm, a sense of exultation to be spinning along at such a rate of speed over a railroad which formed one of the wonders of his age. Next to flying, buoyed up by airy pinions, to travel on the Terrific Railroad was the most exhilarating sensation to Young America. To plunge, with a diabolical shriek of locomotive, into the obscurity of long wooden tunnels nailed securely to the mountain-side, and rush at a galloping, tearing pace through 174 Travels of an American Owl, the shed, boxed to all intents and purposes, with a pleasing uncertainty existing whether the other extremity may be in flames, kindled by floating sparks, or the lord of the soil's torch of savage hatred, or not, excites the nerves agreeably. To glide and twine around curves in the darkness of night, facing terrible phantoms in the obscurity, grinning lords of the soil again, perhaps an opposing steam monster with its guardian nodding drowsily preparatory to the sleep of eternity in store, which might send one bounding down sheer granite walls thousands of feet, keeps a traveller's imagination active. The young owl enjoyed it, revelled in the sense of danger, would have liked to sit on the roof to serve as a target for a stray bullet, a whistling arrow, or ride on the engine, so as literally to be " in at the death ! " The first welcome Tib received when he entered the City of the Future was from the goose father, who called him " my dear fellow," and " my young friend." Tib was unmoved by these blandishments. He felt grati- fied, and acknowledged this gratitude by an additional swagger of manner, and he fully intended to turn the goose father's condescension to good account; yet he was not the same bird he had been when he sailed in the fairy yacht — he had grown several inches in importance, and appreciated his own worth. Travels of an American Owl. 175 Incidentally the goose father alluded to an acquaintance existing between Tib and his daughter Tilly-Lilly. Incidentally Tib ascertained that she was still Miss Tilly- Lilly, and having acquired this amount of information, he maintained a masterly inactivity. This course made the goose father uneasy and alarmed. He bitterly regretted his daughter's folly in snubbing the prosperous owl while pursuing the shadow of a cardinal bird, and there were certain furrows on the smooth coun- tenance of the great goose induced by the reckless extrav- agance of the goose son and heir. He had felt assured that a bland cordiality of welcome would encourage the owl to bridge the terrible chasm separating their respective grades of society, and instead Tib showed a frightful tendency to wink one eye and remark : " With money I can take my choice. Perhaps Tilly-Lilly has faded since I saw her." The goose father turned green at the idea, and bade Tilly- Lilly to dress becomingly when the owl called. The owl family found their darling boy very much im- proved indeed — so improved that he could find nothing in the old home nest sufficiently good for his fastidious and enlightened taste. He advised Papa Owl to take toast and tea, or a cup of coffee for breakfast, instead of eating a heavy meal that might give an ostrich indigestion. This was sound advice, 176 Travels of a7t American Owl. but the choleric old bird, although sinking under the infir- mities of years, bade him " go to the devil," with a spark of former spirit. He criticized the Miss Owls' accent, desired them to eat less pastry and take more exercise, snubbed them if they expressed an opinion on the most trivial matter, and soon established the fact that never a bird in the nest knew any- thing besides himself. It was agreeable to his feelings to be able to retaliate upon his family for foreign indifference and ignorance of his nationality, in much the same spirit that each successive grade of officer snubs an inferior, if the captain of a man-of-war rises in an ill-humor to scold the lieutenant, until the whole spleen is vented in the kick which the midshipman bestows upon the sailor. The mother owl, firm in her adoration of the graceless owlet, drifted into the wildest mazes of cookery, helplessly bewildered, yet never suiting his epicurean palate, while all the pepper in the culinary department got into the cook's temper, producing frequent explosions and dismissals. The star of the owl race was in the ascendant. Tib's insolence and assurance carried him to lofty heights where good Papa Owl had never climbed. His dear friend, the butterfly vicomte, came across the ocean to visit him, with playful and graceful effusions of affection. These attentions the vicomte speedily transferred to the Travels of an American Owl. 177 prettiest owl daughter, (that having been his original inten- 'tion in making Tib's acquaintance,) and she departed accord- ingly in great state and glory to dwell in the City of Amusements. She adapted herself to her new mode of life with the same facility which had characterized her brother. No one would have recognized in Madame la Vicomtesse Papillon, with her fashionable indifference to home-life, her devotion to dress, her polite frigidity to monsieur when she happened to meet him, as he airily pursued his pleasures while she chose her own, a plain American bird. Nor was the other Miss Owl less successful in her way, for she purchased a handsome turkey of high connection, and devoted her energies to dressing him prettily, giving him plenty of pocket-money to spend on his little amuse- ments at the club. The turkey would have risen to brilliant eminence in the study of law, if she had allowed him to tax his precious brains ; but she preferred that he should serve as a beautiful walking-stick to support her footsteps through life. Papa Owl offered Tib the fashionable nest, and the son consented to occupy the site, but the nest must be pulled down — not a stone of it would answer — and another erected. This last shock of astonishment finished the old bird ; he was gathered to his fathers, and Tib reigned in his place. So the new nest was built by a butterfly architect, of the 12 X 178 Travels of an American Owl. rarest woods and the costliest marbles, and all the town came to gaze admiringly at the gems of art with which Tib adorned it. Yes, it was superb in its chaste simplicity, and evinced much better taste than Papa Owl's nest, which had been gaudy with excess of rich hues ; the ignorant old bird having supposed that carpets soft to the foot and colors gay to the eye embodied luxurious wealth. There was another cause of satisfaction in the young owl's residence : it cost as much as it possibly could, and all the world knew it. Who presides over the splendid establishment, gathering the ribbons firmly in her dainty fingers and guiding the glittering chariot of fashion as its acknowledged leader? Who but the lovely Tilly-Lilly, with the pensive melancholy of disappointment occasionally heightening her charms, as the dream of ambition and Princess Bobiolanciotti faded. Who smiles approval on son-in-law Tib, with all his vul- garity, and tells the romantic little tale of the two young people meeting first in foreign lands, just as if the polite listener could not peep behind the mask, smile at the hollow, elf-queen shell of appearances ? Who but the courteous goose father, with those curious little lines traced on his fine face by the sharp chisel of care? Tib has no employment, the old owl having grubbed to- gether sufficent money, and views superciliously those humble birds who drudge for daily bread, with a contempt sadly out of place in the lineal descendant of a mouse Travels of an American Owl. 1 79 caterer. He has no intellectual amusements or refined tastes. He has none of the nerve and energy which has united his country into a compact whole — he will drift with the current wherever it may lead, and never battle against it. He is a weak copy of others ; and while a desire to introduce the beauty and polish of older nations to a new community is always commendable, he cultivates traits that can never assimilate with his native soil. His principal energies are devoted to bowing in the dust before diplomatic and distinguished foreigners, who drink his wine, accept his hospitality, then ridicule his pretensions. However well calculated to adorn society, the American owl will never be a hero, and his like are many in the land. CROSSING THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS.