“ Mrs. Spencer opened the door of the little house and called the speckled hen, who ran out clucking and calling her chickens after her. The whole brood crowded themselves into Mrs. Spencer's lap, as she sat on the grass beside the house.Robert laughed merrily. "That is the funniest thing I ever saw a hen do!""I never before had one that would get into my lap," said Mrs. Spencer, "though my hens often eat out of my hand.""I thought hens were too stupid to care for any one," said Robert."I believe it is possible to win the affection of any creature we have under our care," said Mrs. Spencer. ”
Summary
"Friends and Helpers," an anonymous work centered on the human-animal relationship, explores themes of compassion, coexistence, and the moral duties of guardians toward domestic and wild creatures. Through vignettes featuring cats, dogs, birds, and other animals, the text highlights the emotional connections between humans and pets, while criticizing practices such as feather hunting and cruelty toward animals.
Its instructive tone promotes kindness as a universal language, encouraging readers to acknowledge the inherent worth of all living beings. The work combines empirical observation with ethical contemplation, portraying empathy as both a practical and moral necessity.
Quotes from Friends and Helpers ()
“ What becomes of the poor little defenseless things? In nine cases out of ten they live a hunted, miserable life, crying from hunger, shivering with cold, harassed by cruel dogs, and tortured to make sport for brutal boys. How much kinder and more really humane to take upon ourselves the momentary suffering of causing the death of an animal than to turn our backs and leave it to drag out a life of torture and misery! ”
“ Among the cruel things that are done thoughtlessly there is none more common than the wearing of birds' feathers as ornaments in hats. The coloring is often exquisitely soft and delicate, and we do not think, at first, what these beautiful feathers mean.In the morning some mother bird sings her sweetest songs under your window as she flies forth to look for food for her nestlings. At night she lies wounded or dead and her little ones must starve alone in the nest. Is the pleasure of wearing a dead bird enough to pay for this suffering? ”
