The Lark and Her Young Ones

A LARK had made her nest in the early spring on the young green

wheat. The brood had almost grown to their full strength and

attained the use of their wings and the full plumage of their

feathers, when the owner of the field, looking over his ripe

crop, said, "The time has come when I must ask all my neighbors

to help me with my harvest." One of the young Larks heard his

speech and related it to his mother, inquiring of her to what

place they should move for safety. "There is no occasion to move

yet, my son," she replied; "the man who only sends to his friends

to help him with his harvest is not really in earnest." The owner

of the field came again a few days later and saw the wheat

shedding the grain from excess of ripeness. He said, "I will

come myself tomorrow with my laborers, and with as many reapers

as I can hire, and will get in the harvest." The Lark on hearing

these words said to her brood, "It is time now to be off, my

little ones, for the man is in earnest this time; he no longer

trusts his friends, but will reap the field himself."

Self-help is the best help.

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