Poor Gulliver struggled , pecked and screamed ; but little Dora held him fast , and shut him in a basket till they reached the shore . Then she put him in a lobster pot , -- a large wooden thing , something like a cage , -- and left him on the lawn , where he could catch glimpses of the sea , and watch the light-house tower , as he sat alone in this dreadful prison . If Dora had known the truth , she would have let him go , and done her best to help him ; but she could not understand his speech , as Davy did , for very few people have the power of talking with birds , beasts , insects , and plants . To her , his prayers and cries were only harsh screams ; and , when he sat silent , with drooping head and ruffled feathers , she thought he was sleepy : but he was mourning for Davy , and wondering what his little friend would do . For three long days and nights he was a prisoner , and suffered much . The house was full of happy people , but no one took pity upon him . Ladies and gentlemen talked learnedly about him ; boys poked and pulled him ; little girls admired him , and begged his wings for their hats , if he died . Cats prowled about his cage ; dogs barked at him ; hens cackled over him ; and a shrill canary jeered at him from the pretty pagoda in which it hung , high above danger . In the evening there was music ; and the poor bird 's heart ached as the sweet sounds came to him , reminding him of the airier melodies he loved . Through the stillness of the night , he heard the waves break on the shore ; the wind came singing up from the sea ; the moon shone kindly on him , and he saw the water-fairies dancing on the sand . But for three days no one spoke a friendly word to him , and he pined away with a broken heart . On the fourth night , when all was quiet , little Gulliver saw a black shadow steal across the lawn , and heard a soft voice say to him : `` Poor bird , you 'll die , if yer stays here ; so I ` se gwine to let yer go . Specs little missy 'll scold dreffle ; but Moppet 'll take de scoldin for yer . Hi , dere ! you is peart nuff now , kase you 's in a hurry to go ; but jes wait till I gits de knots out of de string dat ties de door , and den away you flies . '' `` But , dear , kind Moppet , wo n't you be hurt for doing this ? Why do you care so much for me ? I can only thank you , and fly away . '' As Gulliver spoke , he looked up at the little black face bent over him , and saw tears in the child 's sad eyes ; but she smiled at him , and shook her fuzzy head , as she whispered kindly : `` I do n't want no tanks , birdie : I loves to let you go , kase you 's a slave , like I was once ; and it 's a dreffle hard ting , I knows . I got away , and I means you shall .
I ` se watched you , deary , all dese XXXXX ; and I tried to come ` fore , but dey did n't give me no chance . ''
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