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Rh forty or fifty paces from the tree where he was sitting, we heard the flight of another bird, which settled down in the tree with a great noise. The sound of clashing beaks and wings soon told us

that our old friend had paid the visit which Peter had predicted, to the stranger, his rival, on the morning roost. During the fight, we ran forward a few paces, but a heavy, rushing flight betokened an easy victory, and the stranger flew away. All was now quiet