It had the same white breast and black back and wings, the same short legs placed far back, and the same large, webbed feet. It stood straight up on its short legs, like a tiny man with black coat and trousers and white shirt front, and its little black wings were like arms.
“What is it, Pa? Oh, what is it?” Carrie cried in delight and she held Grace’s eager hands. “Mustn’t touch, Grace.”
“I never saw anything like it,” said Pa. “It must have tired out in the storm winds and dropped down and struck against the haystack. It had crawled into the hay for shelter.”
“It’s a great auk,” Laura declared. “Only it’s a little one.”
“It’s full-grown, it isn’t a nestling,” said Ma. “Look at its feathers.”
“Yes, it’s full-grown, whatever it is,” Pa agreed.
The little bird stood up straight on Mary’s soft palm and looked at them all with its bright black eyes.
“It’s never seen humans before,” said Pa.
“How do you know, Pa?” Mary asked.
“Because it isn’t afraid of us,” Pa said.
“Oh, can we keep it, Pa? Can’t we, Ma?” Carrie begged.
“Well, that depends,” Pa said.
Mary’s finger-tips touched the little bird all over, while Laura told her how white its smooth breast was and how very black its back and tail and little wings. Then they let Grace carefully touch it. The little auk sat still and looked at them.
They set it on the floor and it walked a little way. Then it pushed its webbed feet tiptoe against the boards and flapped its little wings.
“It can’t get going,” said Pa. “It’s a water-bird. It must start from the water where it can use those webbed feet to get up speed.”
Finally they put it in a box in the corner. It stood there looking up at them, with its round, bright black eyes and they wondered what it ate.
“That was a queer storm all around,” said Pa. “I don’t like it.”
“Why, Charles, it was only a blizzard,” Ma said. “We’ll likely have nice warm weather now. It’s beginning to warm up a little already.”
Mary took up her knitting again and Laura went on sweeping. Pa stood by the window and after a while Carrie led Grace away from the little auk and they looked out too.
“Oh, look! Jackrabbits!” Carrie exclaimed. All around the stable, dozens of jackrabbits were hopping.
“The rascals have been living on our hay, all through the storm,” Pa said. “I ought to take my gun and get us a rabbit stew.”
But he had been standing at the window looking at them without making a move toward his gun.
“Please let them go, Pa, this one time,” Laura pleaded. “When they came because they had to, they had to find shelter.”
Pa looked at Ma, and Ma smiled. “We aren’t hungry, Charles, and I’m thankful we all got through that storm.”
“Well, I guess I can spare the jackrabbits a little hay!” said Pa. He took the water pail and went to the well.
The air that came in when he opened the door was very cold, but the sun was already beginning to melt the snow on the south side of the shanty.
Chapter
6
Indian Summer
There were only slivers of ice on the water pail next morning and the day was sunny and warm. Pa took his traps to set them for muskrats in Big Slough, and Carrie and Grace played outdoors.