Fifty Famous People HTML version
SAVING THE BIRDS
One day in spring four men were riding on horseback along a country
road. These men were lawyers, and they were going to the next town to
There had been a rain, and the ground was very soft. Water was dripping
from the trees, and the grass was wet.
The four lawyers rode along, one behind another; for the pathway was
narrow, and the mud on eac h side of it was deep. They rode slowly, and
talked and laughed and were very jolly.
As they were passing through a grove of small trees, they heard a great
ﬂuttering over their heads and a feeble chirping in the grass by the
”Stith! stith! stith!” came from the leafy branches above them.
”Cheep! cheep! cheep!” came from the wet grass.
”What is the matter here?” asked the ﬁrst lawyer, whose name was
Speed. ”Oh, it’s only some old robins!” said the second lawyer, whose
name was Hardin. ”The storm has blown t wo of the little ones out of
the nest. They are too young to ﬂy, and the mother bird is making a
great fuss about it.”
”What a pity! They’ll die down there in the grass,” said the third
lawyer, whos e name I forget.
”Oh, well! They’re nothing but birds,” said Mr. Hardin. ”Why should
”Yes, why should we?” said Mr. Speed.
The three men, as they passed, looked down and saw the little birds
ﬂuttering in the cold, wet grass. They saw the mother robin ﬂying
about, and crying to her mat e.
Then they rode on, talking and laughing as before. In a few minut es
they had forgotten about the birds.
But the fourth lawyer, whose name was Abraham Lincoln, stopped. He got
down from his horse and very gently took the little ones up in his big
They did not seem fright ened, but chirped softly, as if they knew they
”Never mind, my little fellows,” said Mr. Lincoln ”I will put you in
your own cozy little bed.”
Then he look ed up to ﬁnd the nest from which they had fallen. It was
high, much higher than he could reach.
But Mr. Lincoln could climb. He had climbed many a tree when he was
a boy. He put the birds softly, one by one, into their warm little
home. Two other baby birds were there, that had not fallen out. All
cuddled down together and were very happy.
Soon the three lawyers who had ridden ahead stopped at a spring to
give their horses water.
”Where is Lincoln?” asked one.
All were surprised to ﬁnd that he was not with them.
”Do you remember those birds?” said Mr. Speed. ”Very likely he has
stopped to take care of them.”
In a few minutes Mr. Lincoln joined them. His shoes were covered with
mud; he had torn his coat on the thorny tree.
”Hello, Abraham!” said Mr. Hardin. ”Where have you been?”
”I stopped a minute to give those birds to their mother,” he answered.
”Well, we always thought you were a hero,” said Mr. Speed. ”Now we