They pined and failed, and seemed slowly dying; so I had to let them out.

Total cost of peacock hunts by the boys of the village, $11.33.

I found that Beauty was happy only when admiring himself, or deep in mischief.

His chief delight was to mount the stone wall, and utter his raucous note, again and again, as a carriage passed, often scaring the horses into dangerous antics, and causing severe, if not profane criticism.

Or he would steal slyly into a neighbor's barn and kill half a dozen chickens at a time.