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Idle Days in Pa/a(;vnia. 



but it was not yet the season for ripe fruits, and its 

 l:)ranches were laden only with the great nests of 

 the industrious woodman. Though it was now the 

 end of December and past the eg^s, season, in my 



craving for a (]rop of 

 moisture I began to 

 ]>ulldowu and demolish 

 the nests — no light 

 task, considering how 

 large and compactlj^ made 

 they were. I was rewarded 

 for my ]3ains ])y finding tliree little pearly-white 

 eggs, and, feeling grateful for small mercies, I 

 (jnickly broke them on my parched tongue. 



Half an hour later, about eleven o'clock, as we 



Clianar tree.^ 



