Is There No Food for the Fowls?

Ten hands and a couple of cocks were accordingly placed in one of the tubs, and secured with some wire netting over them. The docks and geese were set at liberty, and took to the water at once. While the pigeons rejoicing to find themselves on the wean, swiftly made for the shore. My good, brave wife sat in the first compartment of the bow. Next to her was fronds, a pretty little boy, nearly eight years old. Then came Fritz, a handsome, spirited young fellow of fifteen. Then came our bowl, thoughtless Jack. I, myself, the anxious loving father, stood in the stern,. endeavoring to guide the wrath