Pigeons. 119 



their silver wings emblems of the 

 peace that can brood even on the 

 bosom of the troubled sea. 



Maybe he did not understand 

 much of my picturing. How could 

 my poor words point for him the 

 mightiness and the wonder of the 

 deep? 



It was easier to talk of the Ring 

 dove and her haunts. To point out 

 to him the thick large layers, where 

 her nest was swinging in the wind ; 

 to tell of her curious power of 

 nourishing her young with foo:l 

 prepared in her own crop ; to bid 

 him listen to the rushing of her 

 powerful wings as she flew off to 

 her feeding-grounds, where the 

 clover-fields edged down towards 

 the patch of ripening peas. 



Pigeons are great appreciators of 

 peas ! They eat grain of all kinds, 

 the young shoots of grass, turnips, 

 or any sort of green crop. In 

 autumn, acorns and beech-masi 



