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Show HSruV Visa. The old, wrinkled, dusky amities of southern plantations will toll children, "Do not eat the bluebirds' eggs; they make yon love to wander." They believe that tho pale blue eggs of that beautiful creature, "that violet of the air," that bird with "sky tinge on his back, earth tinge on his breast," will make the grewly nest robber restless us long as he lives. No place, however entil ing, can hold the lieing who has once tasted a bluebird's gg. He who eats a mocking bird's egg will liccompelled to "tell all ho knows." The one who robs a killdee's nest and eats its eggs will surely break an arm. lie who eats a dove's egg will be followed fol-lowed by bad luck, while the egg of any bird of yellow plumago will bo sure to cause a fever, and ho who eats an owl's egg will be always shrieking. Tho eater of a crow's egg will always, as old aunt-it's aunt-it's say, "be gwine on foolish like a crow does go on, 'Hat Ha! Ha!' But a partridge's par-tridge's eggs," they declare, "du desmako you thrive an' grow fas'; dey is de onlies' sort er birds' eggs dat you kin eat widout findin' 'em daugersome." Youth's Companion. |