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Descending, I indulged in deep moditetion. . . One bluish egg, without
marke . . + about the size of a scall hen'e egg. . - I moan, « oral) ecg
of akon, = Ho-m-t With quite unaccustcmed speed, ny
moditetion errived at a decision - a perfect decision which at once set
ny loge inte repid motion toward hone, @ mere three miles away.

Arriving, end finding no one there, I feverishly reided Uother's pro-
visions, & small egg of a hens a small. Yop, this one would do.

Now let's seer tho bluings where on earth does Mother... 1 knew,
firstly with @ boy's instinct, end secondly from countless forays, where
every edible thing, cocked or raw, open or under cover, was kepty -
but biuin

Finally I found it, end shook © lusty measure into a turbler of water...
Yop, it's blue ell right! - I dunked the soall egg of a hen; ten seconds
should do, for this wee a hurry metter. . . A watched pot nover boils, say
the scores; @ snall egg of a hon, eay I, takes en unconscionable tine to get
bluish - even e Mght-bluish without marke! - Sut et long lect it was
sobieved.

I carefully dried the egg, and placed it in cotton ina tin can; then
away wont my lege, vith me along, for the nest in the wildwood, three miles
Aietent. Most eornestly I hoped that no other Scientific Cologists had
heard of the nest. - Obviously, they hed not.

Almost breathless, I climbed the trees end presently had in ay posses-

sion one ogg of “iceipiter ccoperi (Bonaparte) . .." - while Ledy