Dickey Downy: The Autobiography of a Bird

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bad breeding for children to question the superior knowledge of those much older than themselves. Notwithstanding this, in my secret heart I could not help thinking that

sick. She told me about the hospitals where diseased and aged people were kindly cared for by them. She said they were active in the societies for the prevention of cruelty to children and to animals. They fed armies of tramps out of sheer pity; even the debauched drunkard was the object of their tenderest care and their earne

p the gaping wounds and gently closing the glazed eyes of the expiring soldier. In woman's ear was poured his last message to his loved o

eet and tender and loving and gentl

. It was of a woman who came every day to weep over the mound where her babe was buried. She was worn to a shadow from her long watching through its illness, and when it

the tenderness of woman's nature, and I could n

hearted woman, who is all love and mercy, all gentleness and pity, never can I believe she is our

y arose which for a time cau

ently known as indigo birds, smaller than the ordinary bluebird. In color they were of the metallic cast of blue which has a sheen distinct from the rich shade seen on the jay's wings or t

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rt in the world, and the woods rang and echoed with their whoops and cheers as each poor bird fell to the earth. A mere g

ionship. A distinguishing mark was a large scar on his cheek, probably inflicted by some enraged animal while being tortured by him. I always felt sure Big Bill would come to some bad end. My mother said that a c

held a council and determined to leave that part of the country and settle far from