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Updated: June 28, 2025
He that lonely one was going to drink, and he may have been doing it early because he had only his two eyes and ears, and his one nose, to warn him of the dozen or two forms of death that awaited him at the drinking-place, instead of the eyes and ears and noses of all the herd. The gnu saw neither honey-bird nor badger till he was within a yard of them.
But to have to let him go this way to know the awful danger to know he is going against my own people, my own home against God and the Right! O Honey-bird! Honey-bud! And the Charleston Mercury says that the South is most bitter against the Zouaves " "Curt! With the Zouaves!" "Oh yes, yes, Honey-bee! The Third Regiment.
So the mother works on the baskets and talks with the women; but Manenko has heard the call of the honey-bird, the brisk little chirp of "Chiken, chiken, chik, churr, churr," and she is away to the wood to follow his call, and bring home the honey.
I could not help thinking of tales I had read in my boyhood of kind fairies or good spirits leading travellers who had lost their way to some enchanted castle, where a comfortable couch and an ample banquet was prepared for them. Perhaps the honey-bird may have been the origin of such tales. Sometimes, indeed, an evil fairy has appeared, and beguiled thoughtless travellers to their destruction.
When Trembling was dressed, the henwife put the honey-bird on her right shoulder and the honey-finger on her left. The saddle on the mare was silver, and so was the bridle.
He heard her to the end without a word, but she noticed that he gripped the chair hard. When she had finished he swept her into his arms and broke down over her, calling her the pet names of her childhood. "Honey-bird ... Dad's little honey-bird ... I'm that ashamed of myse'f. 'Twas the whisky did it, lambie. Long as I live I'll nevah touch it again. I'll sweah that befo' God.
Celia continued her needlework for a few moments. Then, without raising her eyes, she said placidly: "You have asked me that befo', Honey-bird." "Yes, dear. . . . You know it is not impertinent curiosity " "I know what it is, Honey-bee. But you can not he'p this gentleman and myse'f to any ground of common understanding."
As soon as the honey-bird descries the traveller, he immediately utters a series of wild, excited cries, hops about from twig to twig, and from branch to branch, then hops to another tree, incessantly repeating his chirruping call.
After the conduct of my honey-bird I had no doubt about his good intentions. I had gone on for twenty minutes or more, when the bird pitched on the bough of another decayed tree still standing upright. Seeing me approach, it began fluttering about, and pointing its beak towards a hole some way above my head.
My honey-bird led me in the interval to more bees' nests, and I got an ample supply of mushrooms; but they, as may be supposed, were not sufficient to support life. The birds, getting an abundance of water elsewhere, no longer visited the pool, and I became greatly afraid of starving. One day I had gone to the ant-hill in search of mushrooms, when I saw a troop of gnus coming across the plain.
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