| Show hunting guinea ages to find a guinea nest was the very poetry of egg hunting the creatures are half wild and feed far afield the bush pas fraro was their chosen haunt and had such store of hidden nooks such clamps of brae and briar such steep grassy bais such tange of sedge and dewberry and plum thicket that we would never have found an egg but for the birds queer habit when the hen goes to the debt her mate stands guard over her on the nearest bare spot and fills the air with his harsh buzzing cry following the sound camo upon the pair madam chooses her home daintily and deeply hollows the clean dry earth of it flowers often nod above it grass is sure to spring greenly about the edge overhead is always shelter if some sort for the maker knows instinctively that sunshine will addle her precious agga egga her small cousin the partridge BO admires her that sometimes she decides to share the nest sometimes too a hen of independent mind comes a into the bush pasture and puts her agga egga into such shelter very often we found forty eggs to the nest and when we took them out it waa always with ft silver spoon black mammy taught us ef yer puts han in dar de gui neall smell it acquit de nes whatever the reason the fact was none the less fact harpers young people |
