A few minutes later he gave the signal to haul 
away and presently he reappeared at the top. 
Just here a great surprise awaited Mr. Wing, for 
the man brought up not only the dead duck 
hawk, but a chocolate-colored egg and two white 
downy young. The bird proved to be a female 
and had been shot as she sat on her nest brooding 
the young. The man who went over the cliff 
produced a double handful of small metal bands 
which had once been worn about the ankles of 
pet pigeons. 
One night a week or so later Mr. Perey Wing 
gave a little party in his town house. To this 
he asked a dozen pigeon fancier friends. After 
dinner, when the cigars were lighted, he invited 
them into his den which was decorated with 
heads and horns and many other trophies of 
the chase. When they were all seated he told 
them the story of Black Warrior as far as he knew 
it. Among other things he said: “I have dis- 
covered that the duck hawk does not build its 
nest in swamps, as was formerly believed by bird 
students, but it lays its eggs on the bare ledges of 
cliffs.” 
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