The winners in life's race : $b Or, the great backboned familyBuckley, Arabella B. (Arabella Burton)
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The winners in life's race : $b Or, the great backboned family
Buckley, Arabella B. (Arabella Burton)
Animals -- Juvenile literature; Vertebrates -- Juvenile literature
It is, perhaps, natural that we should shrink from cold-blooded
creatures, especially as they _seem_ to show very little affection.
Yet lizards, tortoises, and snakes can all be made to know and care
for those who are kind to them; while, as we have seen, the fierce
crocodile watches over and feeds her young, and the python coils
herself over her eggs, and will take no food till they are hatched.
Moreover, we can scarcely look at the quaint shell-covered tortoise, or
examine the heavily-mailed coat of the alligator, or the poison-fangs
of the snake, without admiring the curious devices by which these
animals have managed to survive in a world which once belonged to their
ancestors, before our present swarm of warm-blooded animals multiplied
and took possession of their kingdom.
[Illustration: THE EARLIEST KNOWN WATERBIRDS]
CHAPTER VI.
THE FEATHERED CONQUERORS OF THE AIR.
PART I.--THEIR WANDERINGS OVER SEA AND MARSH, DESERT AND PLAIN.
It is a warm sunny day in early spring, one of those few bright days
which sometimes burst upon us in April, just after the swallows have
come back to us, searching out their old nooks under the eaves, or
their old corners in the chimneys, to build their new nests. There
they are, clinging with their sharp claws to the edge of the cottage
thatch, while the impudent little sparrow, which has remained hopping
about all the winter long, chirrups at them from a neighbouring
apple-tree. Upon the grass-plot near a blackbird is pecking at a worm,
and from the wood beyond a thrush trills out his clear and mellow
song, accompanied from time to time by the distant cry of the cuckoo
calling to his mate. For it is the love-time of the birds; and as we
watch them flying merrily hither and thither in the bright sunshine,
we ask ourselves whether we must not have made a great leap on leaving
the cold-blooded snakes and tortoises, since now we find ourselves
among such merry, warm-hearted, passionate little beings, with their
beautiful feathery plumage, their light rapid flight, their love for
each other, their skill in nest-building, and their patient care for
their little ones.
And, indeed, we have come into quite a new life, for now we are going
to wander among the conquerors of the air, who have learned to rise far
beyond our solid ground, and to soar, like the lark, into the clouds,
or, like the eagle, to sail over the topmost crags of the mountains,
there to build his solitary eyrie.
Even the little sparrow, which flits about by the roadside, can laugh
at us with his impudent little chirp, as he flies up out of reach to
the topmost branch of a tree. And yet a glance at his skeleton will
show us that he has the same framework as a reptile, only it is altered
to suit his mode of life.
[Illustration: Fig. 32.
The Sparrow.
With wings raised, as in the skeleton on next page.]
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