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Part 1—Dropped from the Clouds-6
“Oh!” cried he, “those are not gulls nor sea-mews!” “What are they then?” asked Pencroft. “Upon my word, one would say they were pigeons!” “Just so, but these are wild or rock pigeons. I recognize them by the double band of black on the wing, by the white tail, and by their slate-colored plumage. But if the rock-pigeon is good to eat, its eggs must be excellent, and we will soon see how many they may have left in their nests!” “We will not give them time to hatch, unless it is in the shape of an omelet!” replied Pencroft merrily. “But what will you make your omelet in?” asked Herbert; “in your hat?” “Well!” replied the sailor, “I am not quite conjuror enough for that; we must come down to eggs in the shell, my boy, and I will undertake to despatch the hardest!” Pencroft and Herbert
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