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Updated: June 14, 2025
She was dressed in grey, the colour of a pigeon's feathers."
In shape, it is an inverted balloon, nearly the size of a Pigeon's egg. The top tapers like a pear and is cut short and crowned with a scalloped rim, the corners of which are lengthened by means of moorings that fasten the object to the adjoining twigs. The whole, a graceful ovoid, hangs straight down, amid a few threads that steady it.
The Corn Woman waited until one of the women handed her the sacred bundle from the neck of the Corn image. Out of it, after a little rummaging, she produced a clear crystal of quartz about the size of a pigeon's egg. It gave back the rays of the Sun in a dazzle that, to any one who had never seen a diamond, would have seemed wonderfully brilliant.
One cause is undoubtedly to be found in the removal by gamekeepers of its three chief enemies the carrion crow, magpie, and jay all these three being great devourers of pigeon's eggs, which of all eggs are most conspicuous and open to attack.
There is a record of the case of a man of thirty-seven who suffered great pain and profuse salivation. It was found that he had a stone as large as a pigeon's egg under his tongue. Umbilical calculi are sometimes seen, and Deani reports such a case. There is a French record of a case of exstrophy of the umbilicus, attended with abnormal concretions.
Upon the heights a drama of color was always to be seen, a play of ever-shifting iridescent hues like those on a pigeon's breast.
He put a hand to the back of his head, and there discovered, in confirmation of the story, a lump as large as a pigeon's egg. Lastly, he stared wild-eyed at the sardonic Captain Blood. "And my son? What of my son?" he cried out. "He was in the boat that brought me aboard." "Your son is safe; he and the boat's crew together with your gunner and his men are snugly in irons under hatches."
"And who bees you?" asked the sentry, cocking his eye he was a wag in his way; "do you belong to the horse-marines, sir?" "No, I do not; I am Mr Theophilus Pigeon, and you must treat me properly, or I shall report you." "I thought as how you had drunk many a pint of Pigeon's milk when you was a baby," observed the marine, with perfect gravity.
In vases of agate were heaped diamonds beyond numeration, the smallest of which was larger than a pigeon's egg. On alabaster tables lay amethysts, topazes, rubies, beryls, and all other precious stones, wrought by the hands of skilful artists, beyond power of computation.
Perhaps it's a homing instinct, like the pigeon's, and perhaps it's sentiment. We came out because nobody wanted us and have made ourselves pretty comfortable. America's our model and we have no use for English patronage, but every now and then the pull comes and we long to go back, though we wouldn't like to stop there.
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