The Cuckoo Gods 



CHAPTER III 



THOUGH I had often heard the cry of 

 the cuckoo on a visit to Europe as a 

 child, the first cuckoo I ever saw was in the 

 west of Ireland long after. A brownish bird 

 the size of a pigeon, looking somewhat like 

 a hawk, flew across the road, and, settling in a 

 field, hopped or rather scrambled about in a 

 rather hawk-like way. I did not recognize 

 him ; but when my driver told me who he 

 was I descended with alacrity and was amused 

 at the clumsiness on foot of a bird that seemed 

 ready enough on the wing. 



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