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 1  1, 16|    a hunter thrill. A large bird of great breadth of wing,
 2  1, 20|        And," I added, "this bird, suitably prepared, is worth
 3  1, 20|    few eatable. ~However, a bird peculiar to these lands,
 4  1, 20|    Ned, if I do not catch a bird of paradise." ~"Let us continue
 5  1, 20|    Conseil?" ~"Because this bird is as drunk as a quail." ~"
 6  1, 20|      I examined the curious bird. Conseil was right. The
 7  1, 20|      Conseil was right. The bird, drunk with the juice, was
 8  1, 20|    could hardly walk. ~This bird belonged to the most beautiful
 9  1, 20|   It was the "large emerald bird, the most rare kind." It
10  1, 20|    whole of this marvellous bird, that the natives have poetically
11  1, 20|  have poetically named the "bird of the sun." ~But if my
12  1, 20|    by the possession of the bird of paradise, the Canadian'
13  2, 5 | dozen of Nile ducks, a wild bird of high flavour, its throat
14  2, 10|   in wounding a magnificent bird. To say that he risked his
15  2, 17|    speed. Not a fish, not a bird of the swiftest kind could
16  2, 18|   What a freak of nature, a bird's beak on a mollusc! Its