Gay-Neck : $b The story of a pigeonMukerji, Dhan Gopal
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Gay-Neck : $b The story of a pigeon
Mukerji, Dhan Gopal
India -- Juvenile literature; Pigeons -- Juvenile literature
I. BIRTH OF GAY-NECK
II. EDUCATION OF GAY-NECK
III. TRAINING IN DIRECTION
IV. GAY-NECK IN THE HIMALAYAS
V. ON GAY-NECK'S TRACK
VI. GAY-NECK'S TRUANCY
VII. GAY-NECK'S STORY
VIII. GAY-NECK'S ODYSSEY (Continued)
PART II
I. GAY-NECK'S TRAINING FOR WAR
II. WAR TRAINING (Continued)
III. MATING OF GAY-NECK
IV. WAR CALLS GAY-NECK
V. SECOND ADVENTURE
VI. GHOND GOES RECONNOITRING
VII. GAY-NECK TELLS HOW HE CARRIED THE MESSAGE
VIII. HEALING OF HATE AND FEAR
IX. THE WISDOM OF THE LAMA
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
GAY-NECK
WITH ENORMOUSLY LONG REACH HE ALMOST TOUCHED THE TOP OF THE
TREE
NO BEAST OF PREY CAN KILL HIS VICTIM WITHOUT FRIGHTENING HIM
FIRST
THAT SOUND WAS DROWNED IN THE CRY OF THE EAGLES ABOVE WHO SCREECHED
LIKE MAD, SLAYING EACH OTHER
GAY-NECK
PART I
CHAPTER I
BIRTH OF GAY-NECK
The city of Calcutta, which boasts of a million people, must have at
least two million pigeons. Every third Hindu boy has perhaps a dozen
pet carriers, tumblers, fantails, and pouters. The art of domesticating
pigeons goes back thousands of years in India, and she has contributed
two species of pigeons as a special product of her bird fanciers, the
fantail and the pouter. Love and care have been showered on pigeons for
centuries by emperors, princes and queens in their marble palaces, as
well as by the poor, in their humble homes. The gardens, grottos and
fountains of the Indian rich--the small field of flowers and fruits
of the common folks, each has its ornament and music,--many-colored
pigeons and cooing white doves with ruby eyes.
Even now any winter morning foreigners who visit our big cities may
see on the flat-roofed houses innumerable boys waving white flags as
signals to their pet pigeons flying up in the crisp cold air. Through
the blue heavens flocks of the birds soar like vast clouds. They start
in small flocks and spend about twenty minutes circling over the roofs
of their owners' homes. Then they slowly ascend and all the separate
groups from different houses of the town merge into one big flock and
float far out of sight. How they ever return to their own homes is a
wonder, for all the house-tops look alike in shape in spite of their
rose, yellow, violet and white colors.
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