feathers in one of the wings were gone and that 
an evil head was peering down at him. 
Conscience stricken beyond measure, Pete 
dropped to his knees and raising his clasped 
hands began to plead: ‘‘Don’t ring, Mr. Buz- 
zard, don’t ring! Ill never steal another water- 
melon as long as I live!”’ Bull only listened to 
him for a moment or two and then sailed away 
into the gloom. 
ELE 
SoME time later in the summer Bill Two- 
feathers seemed to grow restless. He would 
mount high in the sky and sail around and 
around for hours at a time. The young were 
now able to shift for themselves, and he had 
suddenly lost all interest in his mate. Perhaps 
he was glad that he could now have relaxation 
from family cares. Sometimes his trips took him 
fifteen or twenty miles away from the Cow 
Heaven plantation. One day he journeyed still 
farther and in time came to a city. While 
sailing around at an altitude of a thousand feet 
or more and peering downward he spied with his 
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