IO4 About the Feathered Folk. 



CHAPTER VII. 



THE CITY BIRD, AND HIS COUNTRY 



COUSIN. 



j]HERE the huge iron girders 

 of St. Pancras Railway 

 Station support a roof 

 that covers many acres of ground, 

 men and women are apt to look 

 like pigmies on the platforms, viewed 

 from above. Trains glide in and 

 out upon the lines of rails, half a 

 dozen of them at once, like strings 

 of long-shaped beads. Volumes of 

 sound rise and break against the 

 roof, and echo to and fro. 



It is a strange and fearful place 

 viewed from a Pigeon's point of 

 view, high in the rafters. 



