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The Wild Ducks.
the other ducks, but when spring comes they are not to be found at night; nevertheless they are sure to be ready for breakfast next morning."
I confess I always had a faint hope that my ducks might stay with me, or at any rate return from time to time, but their wild nature prevailed, and they finally left; only Luther reappeared alone one day and took his last "diet" from my hand; but there was a look in his pretty blue eye which said plainly, "You will never see me again," and he had his final caress and departed "to fresh woods and pastures new."
Tiny Sir Francis Drake and Luther
