But he soon began to query with himself whether creatures accustomed to fly must not necessarily be very miserable shut up in such a limited space.
He accordingly opened the door.
One of the partridges immediately walked out, but soon returned to prison to invite his less ventursome mate.
The box was removed a few days after, but the birds remained about the garden for months, often coming to the door-step to pick up crumbs that were thrown to them.
When the mating-season returned the next year, they retired to the woods.
From earliest childhood he evinced great fondness for animals, and watched with lively interest all the little creatures of the woods and fields.
He was familiar with all their haunts, and they gave names to the localities of his neighborhood.
There was Turkey Causeway, where wild turkies abounded; and Rabbit Swamp, where troops of timid little rabbits had their hiding places; and Squirrel Grove, where many squirrels laid in their harvest of acorns for the winter; and Panther Bridge, where his grandfather had killed a panther.
Once, when his father and the workmen had been cutting down a quantity of timber, Isaac discovered a squirrel's nest in a hole of one of the trees that had fallen.
It contained four new-born little ones, their eyes not yet opened.
He was greatly tempted to carry them home, but they were so young that they