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she went again, all the time frisking 

 dangerously near the eggs, with the two 

 birds doing their utmost to drive the 

 annoying little creature away. I do not 

 know how long the game would have 

 continued, but when it was getting 

 rather bad for the birds, the lamb dis- 

 covered that her face was getting sore, 

 and each time she charged, a sharp 

 prick from a beak made her draw back. 

 One real good peck on her soft black nose 

 made her give up, and calling loudly, she 

 ran away to her mother. The hen Lap- 

 wing went to her eggs, no doubt glad 

 that they had escaped. 



For three weeks she sat patiently 

 upon her four eggs, her mate keeping 

 watch and guarding that part of the 

 moor that they rightly regarded as their 

 own. Almost as soon as the four young 

 had left their shells they began to crawl 

 about. Now one and then another 

 would creep from underneath its 



