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caught my ear. They were of very different plumage and size, though in shape they were generally alike. Some of them I saw were covered with gold and silver feathers, others with deep blue, purple, and scarlet. Some had handsome crests upon their heads, and they strutted and swelled themselves, sweeping the ground with their wings, as if they knew and thought themselves something very handsome, and worth looking at.
These birds were surrounded by others not so handsomely dressed, but yet belonging to the same class of birds. Some would go before us, as if to make way for
