one behind the other, and had already been a long, long time on the

wing. One of them seemed so tired that his wings could scarcely

carry him. He was the last of the row, and was soon left very far

behind. At length he sunk lower and lower, with outstretched wings,

flapping them in vain, till his feet touched the rigging of the

ship, and he slided from the sails to the deck, and stood before them.

Then a sailor-boy caught him, and put him in the hen-house, with the

fowls, the ducks, and the turkeys, while the poor stork stood quite