. St. Nicholas [serial]. ther note, one like a high whinnying laugh,and a guttural kow, kow, kow, besides some curi-ously soft, musical love-notes in the early spring. The fish-crow lives near the coast and is smallerthat the common crow. He has greenish reflec-tions on his under, as well as his upper, can best, however, be told by his voice, for hesays car instead of caw. One historic fish-crow once built a nest in a yard opposite theAcademy of Natural Sciences in the center ofPhiladelphia. It took courage of the real sorteven for a crow to build in front of the collectionof stuff
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ther note, one like a high whinnying laugh,and a guttural kow, kow, kow, besides some curi-ously soft, musical love-notes in the early spring. The fish-crow lives near the coast and is smallerthat the common crow. He has greenish reflec-tions on his under, as well as his upper, can best, however, be told by his voice, for hesays car instead of caw. One historic fish-crow once built a nest in a yard opposite theAcademy of Natural Sciences in the center ofPhiladelphia. It took courage of the real sorteven for a crow to build in front of the collectionof stuffed birds and blown eggs that adorns thatacademy. The crow eats almost everything. Grain, car-rion, insects, clams, field-mice, white grubs, andcutworms make up some of his menus. He alsoeats all the young corn that he can pull up and allthe eggs and young birds that he can find. So ifyou really must go hunting, hunt the crow. Hedeserves to be hunted. Moreover, he 11 give youlots of exercise. And—you wont hurt the THE KING OF THE SKY AND THE SKY PIRATE-Finally he began to fly over and around the eagles head, making dabs at him with his beak, but never daringto come within striking distance. The eagle paid not the slightest attention to him THE DIVINE POET OF FLORENCE By KLYDA RICHARDSON STEEGE It was on a spring day more than six hundredyears ago. The fields were sweet with flowers,and roses grew over every wall. The nightingaleswere beginning to sing in the gardens and therewas a perfume of orange-blossoms in the the streets of Florence came these scents andsounds, and the Florentines rejoiced that thewinter was over and that their long summer, withits outdoor life, had begun once more. In one of the tall old houses there was a greatgathering that day, and many influential citizenswere present. The host of the occasion wascalled Folco Portinari and among those invitedwas Bellincione Alighieri, who brought with himhis little son Dante. Portinari had a littledau
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