" They soon arrived at the spot, and found it white with the
feathers of birds, mixed up with dirt.
"I see no nests, Ready, nor the remains of any."
"No, they do not make any nests, further than scratching a round hole,
about half an inch deep, in the soil, and there they lay their eggs,
sitting quite close to one another; they will soon be here, and begin
to lay, and then we will come and take the eggs, if we want any, for
they are not bad eating."
"Why, Ready, what a quantity of good things we have found out already!
This has been a very fortunate expedition of ours."
"Yes, it has; and we may thank God for his goodness, who thus provides
for us so plentifully in the wilderness."
"Do you know, Ready, I cannot help thinking that we ought to have built
our house here."
"Not so, William; we have not the pure water, recollect, and we have
not the advantages of the sandy beach, where we have our turtle- and
fish-pond. No; we may feed our stock here; we may gather the fruit,
taking our share of it with the poor birds; we may get our yams, and
every other good provided for us; but our house and home must be where
it is now."
"You are right, Ready; but it will be a long walk.
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