–“I can’t get out,–I can’t get out,” said the
starling.
I stood looking at the bird: and to every person who came through
the passage it ran fluttering to the side towards which they
approach’d it, with the same lamentation of its captivity. “I
can’t get out,” said the starling.–God help thee! said I, but I’ll
let thee out, cost what it will; so I turned about the cage to get
to the door: it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire,
there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces.–I
took both hands to it.
The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance,
and thrusting his head through the trellis pressed his breast
against it as if impatient.–I fear, poor creature! said I, I
cannot set thee at liberty.–“No,” said the starling,– “I can’t
get out–I can’t get out,” said the starling.