3.  “I have driven her back twenty times; but she watches till some one goes out of the gate, and then she’s off again.  It is always the case with young hens, Miss; they think they know better than their keepers; and nothing cures them but losing a brood or two of chickens.”  I have often thought since that young people, as well as young hens, buy their experience equally dear.

4.  One morning; after breakfast, I went to seek my favorite in the poultry yard; plenty of hens were there, but no Yarico.  The gate was open, and, as I concluded she had sought the forbidden copse, I proceeded there, accompanied by the yard mastiff; a noble fellow, steady and sagacious as a judge.

5.  At the end of a lane, flanked on one side by a quickset hedge, on the other by a wild common, what was called the copse commenced; but before I arrived near the spot I heard a loud and tremendous cackling, and met two young, long-legged pullets, running with both wings and feet toward home.  Jock pricked up his sharp ears, and would have set off at full gallop to the copse; but I restrained him, hastening onward, however, at the top of my speed, thinking I had as good a right to see what was the matter as Jock.

6.  Poor Yarico!  An impertinent fox cub had attempted to carry off one of her children; but she had managed to get them behind her in the hedge, and venturing boldly forth had placed herself in front, and positively kept the impudent animal at bay.  His desire for plunder had prevented his noticing our approach, and Jock soon made him feel the superiority of an English mastiff over a cub fox.

7.  The most interesting portion of my tale is to come.  Yarico not only never afterward ventured to the copse, but formed a strong friendship for the dog which had preserved her family.  Whenever he appeared in the yard, she would run to meet him, prating and clucking all the time, and impeding his progress by walking between his legs, to his no small annoyance.  If any other dog entered the yard, she would fly at him most furiously, thinking, perhaps, that he would injure her chickens; but she evidently considered Jock her especial protector, and treated him accordingly.

8.  It was very droll to see the peculiar look with which he regarded his feathered friend; not knowing exactly what to make of her civilities, and doubting how they should be received.  When her family were educated, and able to do without her care, she was a frequent visitor at Jock’s kennel, and would, if permitted, roost there at night, instead of returning with the rest of the poultry to the henhouse.  Yarico certainly was a most grateful and interesting bird. * *

9.  One could almost believe a parrot had intellect, when he keeps up a conversation so spiritedly; and it is certainly singular to observe how accurately a well-trained bird will apply his knowledge.  A friend of mine knew one that had been taught many sentences; thus, “Sally, Poll wants her breakfast!” “Sally, Poll wants her tea!” but she never mistook the one for the other; breakfast was invariably demanded in the morning, and tea in the afternoon; and she always hailed her master, but no one else, by “How do you do, Mr. A?”