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A Mourning Dove

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A. year or so ago a little giil living near Rathboneville, ST. Y., a village on the line of the Erie Railway, was preaented with a pair of doves. One day, three weeks ago, they were flying aeross the railroad track, when the male bird came in contact with the smoke-stnck of the Pacific express, which pa spot about 7 o'clock in the moii-uig. The bi'd was killed by the shock and instantly thrown out of sight of its mate. The témale circled about the spot for a few minutes, in evident amazement at the sudden disappearance of her mate. She then flew to a mile-post near by and for a long time gave utterance to the mournful notes chavacteristic of the dove. Suddenly she seemed to realize what bad carried her mate from her sight, and she rose in the air and flew swiftly in the direction the train had gone. She did not return until about noon. Sheal lighted at her cote, where she remained the rest of the day utU lug her plaintive cries. Next momiiig, just bef ore 7 o'clock, she was seen to fly away and take a position near the spot where she last saw her mate the day before. When the express train came along she flew at the locomotive, hovered about the smokestack and around the cab as if looking for her mate. She accompanied the locomotive for a mile or so and then returned to her cote. Every day .■■se then she has repeated Urange tonduct. She goes to her lookout for the train at precisely the same time each morning and waits tül the train comes along no matter how late it may be. She never goes furlher than about a mile witb the train, returning to her cote and mourning Oysters cost eighty cents a dozen in England. It is no wonder that religión makes little progreas in that benighted country. A church sociable is out of the question with an oyster at that price.


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