. St. Nicholas [serial]. HE DOVES NEST. like a real king, telling tales to the doves andother birds, who loved to look and listen; forsoon the down on him changed to feathers of apretty color, his fine eyes shone, and he learnedto talk softly, not to scream as eagles have to doup where the wind blows and thunder growlsand waterfalls dash. One wing had been hurt when he fell, andMama Dove had tied it up with a bit of gold-thread vine, so it would not droop and beweak. Long after the other wing was strongand ready to fly he still wore the bandage, for You silly bird ! Pull off that vine and flya
. St. Nicholas [serial]. HE DOVES NEST. like a real king, telling tales to the doves andother birds, who loved to look and listen; forsoon the down on him changed to feathers of apretty color, his fine eyes shone, and he learnedto talk softly, not to scream as eagles have to doup where the wind blows and thunder growlsand waterfalls dash. One wing had been hurt when he fell, andMama Dove had tied it up with a bit of gold-thread vine, so it would not droop and beweak. Long after the other wing was strongand ready to fly he still wore the bandage, for You silly bird ! Pull off that vine and flyaway with me! I 11 help you find your fatherby and by. Goldy was much excited by this idea, andwhen the hawk with his strong bill pulled offthe bandage, he flapped his wings and foundthem all right. With a scream of joy he flew straight upinto the sky, and went floating round and round,learning to balance himself in the air, to dip andrise as he had seen other eagles do. The hawkshowed him how, and hoped to get the eaglet. IT AND LOVE wise Mrs. Dove felt that she had not done allshe could for this wild creature yet, so she didnot let him know his wing was well, lest heshould fly away too soon. Goldy was improving very fast now, andthough in his heart he longed to see his fatherand go to find his home in the mountains, heloved the doves and was very happy with them. One day, as he sat alone in the pine-tree, ahawk flew by, and stopped to ask what he wasdoing there. Goldy told his story, and thehawk said scornfully: MAKE IT GOOD, CRIED LITTLE COO. to his nest, where he would keep him till hefound his father and made the eagle his friendby restoring his lost child. Meantime Mrs. Dove and Bill and Coo camehome to find the nest empty and to hear fromthe linnet that Goldy had gone. I told you so, said the owl, with a wisenod. All your care is wasted, and I amsure you will never see that ungrateful birdagain. But Mama Dove wiped a tear from one ofher bright eyes and said gently : I9°3
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