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[Nordes P. <fl...@ha...>]

E springs will fly up, and throw the pole forward over the pigeons.
That's right. Now let's try it." We went back toward the bushes and
pulled the strings. The springs threw the pole forward, and the net was
spread out on the
ground. "How soon can we begin, Davy?" asked
John. "Not for three or four days. We'll fold the net up and set it;
and you must come up here every evening and bait
the ground by throwing down some grain. When the birds get used to the
net, we can come up and catch them." John reported to us daily that the
birds were getting tamer, and
were not afraid of the net. On

Saturday we went up and hid in the
bushes. John held the strings of course. We could see the pigeons
picking
up the grain, and when a number were together, Davy said "Now, John!"
John pulled the strings, and the pole was thrown
forward so that the net fell over the pigeons. We rushed

up and stood on the edge of the net. As the pigeons poked their heads

up through the meshes, we wrung their necks. We set the net three times
and caught a couple of dozen of pigeons. Then we went
to the house, and John told of the pigeons he had caught. "Didn't the
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