Things I want to do before I die.



No one would ever have thought of teaching, or probably could have taught, the tumbler-pigeon to tumble--an action which, as I have witnessed, is performed by young birds, that have never seen a pigeon tumble.

We may believe that some one pigeon showed a slight tendency to this strange habit, and that the long-continued selection of the best individuals in successive generations made tumblers what they now are; and near Glasgow there are house-tumblers, as I hear from Mr.

Brent, which cannot fly eighteen inches high without going head over heels.

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