The following is reported by the _Daily Sentinel_, of Fairmount,
Minnesota:
A mother dove had been the target of some small boy. The
bullet had passed through her breast, and had left her only
strength enough to flutter homeward and reach the nest, where a
half-grown fledgling awaited her coming.
Dying, she had snuggled up against her little one, her
life-blood pulsing out over her own white breast and against
that of her young. And there, with eyes staring wide, she
breathed her last, and the fledgling starved, and then froze.
The two were found with their heads prest together as in a last
embrace.
The owner of the dove-house brought them down-town just as they
rested in the nest, and the sight and the suffering of which it
spoke were enough to melt the hardest heart.
The boy with the rifle may cause a like tragedy again, and many
times.
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