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<h2> CHAPTER III </h2>
<h3> Baker's Bluejay Yarn </h3>
<h3> [What Stumped the Blue Jays] </h3>
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<p>"When I first begun to understand jay language correctly, there was a
little incident happened here. Seven years ago, the last man in this
region but me moved away. There stands his house—been empty ever
since; a log house, with a plank roof—just one big room, and no
more; no ceiling—nothing between the rafters and the floor. Well,
one Sunday morning I was sitting out here in front of my cabin, with my
cat, taking the sun, and looking at the blue hills, and listening to the
leaves rustling so lonely in the trees, and thinking of the home away
yonder in the states, that I hadn't heard from in thirteen years, when a
bluejay lit on that house, with an acorn in his mouth, and says, 'Hello, I
reckon I've struck something.' When he spoke, the acorn dropped out of his
mouth and rolled down the roof, of course, but he didn't care; his mind
was all on the thing he had struck. It was a knot-hole in the roof. He
cocked his head to one side, shut one eye and put the other one to the
hole, like a possum looking down a jug; then he glanced up with his bright
eyes, gave a wink or two with his wings—which signifies
gratification, you understand—and says, 'It looks like a hole, it's
located like a hole—blamed if I don't believe it <i>is</i> a hole!'</p>
<p>"Then he cocked his head down and took another look; he glances up
perfectly joyful, this time; winks his wings and his tail both, and says,
'Oh, no, this ain't no fat thing, I reckon! If I ain't in luck!—Why
it's a perfectly elegant hole!' So he flew down and got that acorn, and
fetched it up and dropped it in, and was just tilting his head back, with
the heavenliest smile on his face, when all of a sudden he was paralyzed
into a listening attitude and that smile faded gradually out of his
countenance like breath off'n a razor, and the queerest look of surprise
took its place. Then he says, 'Why, I didn't hear it fall!' He cocked his
eye at the hole again, and took a long look; raised up and shook his head;
stepped around to the other side of the hole and took another look from
that side; shook his head again. He studied a while, then he just went
into the Details—walked round and round the hole and spied into it
from every point of the compass. No use. Now he took a thinking attitude
on the comb of the roof and scratched the back of his head with his right
foot a minute, and finally says, 'Well, it's too many for <i>me</i>, that's
certain; must be a mighty long hole; however, I ain't got no time to fool
around here, I got to "tend to business"; I reckon it's all right—chance
it, anyway.'</p>
<p>"So he flew off and fetched another acorn and dropped it in, and tried to
flirt his eye to the hole quick enough to see what become of it, but he
was too late. He held his eye there as much as a minute; then he raised up
and sighed, and says, 'Confound it, I don't seem to understand this thing,
no way; however, I'll tackle her again.' He fetched another acorn, and
done his level best to see what become of it, but he couldn't. He says,
'Well, I never struck no such a hole as this before; I'm of the opinion
it's a totally new kind of a hole.' Then he begun to get mad. He held in
for a spell, walking up and down the comb of the roof and shaking his head
and muttering to himself; but his feelings got the upper hand of him,
presently, and he broke loose and cussed himself black in the face. I
never see a bird take on so about a little thing. When he got through he
walks to the hole and looks in again for half a minute; then he says,
'Well, you're a long hole, and a deep hole, and a mighty singular hole
altogether—but I've started in to fill you, and I'm damned if I
<i>don't</i> fill you, if it takes a hundred years!'<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/></p>
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<p>"And with that, away he went. You never see a bird work so since you was
born. He laid into his work like a nigger, and the way he hove acorns into
that hole for about two hours and a half was one of the most exciting and
astonishing spectacles I ever struck. He never stopped to take a look
anymore—he just hove 'em in and went for more. Well, at last he
could hardly flop his wings, he was so tuckered out. He comes a-dropping
down, once more, sweating like an ice-pitcher, dropped his acorn in and
says, '<i>Now</i> I guess I've got the bulge on you by this time!' So he bent
down for a look. If you'll believe me, when his head come up again he was
just pale with rage. He says, 'I've shoveled acorns enough in there to
keep the family thirty years, and if I can see a sign of one of 'em I wish
I may land in a museum with a belly full of sawdust in two minutes!'</p>
<p>"He just had strength enough to crawl up on to the comb and lean his back
agin the chimbly, and then he collected his impressions and begun to free
his mind. I see in a second that what I had mistook for profanity in the
mines was only just the rudiments, as you may say.</p>
<p>"Another jay was going by, and heard him doing his devotions, and stops to
inquire what was up. The sufferer told him the whole circumstance, and
says, 'Now yonder's the hole, and if you don't believe me, go and look for
yourself.' So this fellow went and looked, and comes back and says, 'How
many did you say you put in there?' 'Not any less than two tons,' says the
sufferer. The other jay went and looked again. He couldn't seem to make it
out, so he raised a yell, and three more jays come. They all examined the
hole, they all made the sufferer tell it over again, then they all
discussed it, and got off as many leather-headed opinions about it as an
average crowd of humans could have done.</p>
<p>"They called in more jays; then more and more, till pretty soon this whole
region 'peared to have a blue flush about it. There must have been five
thousand of them; and such another jawing and disputing and ripping and
cussing, you never heard. Every jay in the whole lot put his eye to the
hole and delivered a more chuckle-headed opinion about the mystery than
the jay that went there before him. They examined the house all over, too.
The door was standing half open, and at last one old jay happened to go
and light on it and look in. Of course, that knocked the mystery
galley-west in a second. There lay the acorns, scattered all over the
floor.. He flopped his wings and raised a whoop. 'Come here!' he says,
'Come here, everybody; hang'd if this fool hasn't been trying to fill up a
house with acorns!' They all came a-swooping down like a blue cloud, and
as each fellow lit on the door and took a glance, the whole absurdity of
the contract that that first jay had tackled hit him home and he fell over
backward suffocating with laughter, and the next jay took his place and
done the same.</p>
<p>"Well, sir, they roosted around here on the housetop and the trees for an
hour, and guffawed over that thing like human beings. It ain't any use to
tell me a bluejay hasn't got a sense of humor, because I know better. And
memory, too. They brought jays here from all over the United States to
look down that hole, every summer for three years. Other birds, too. And
they could all see the point except an owl that come from Nova Scotia to
visit the Yo Semite, and he took this thing in on his way back. He said he
couldn't see anything funny in it. But then he was a good deal
disappointed about Yo Semite, too."<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/></p>
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