David and the Phoenix
common game bird. Out of the mountains of Greece, too. The hills of Lebanon, the desert of Africa, the Arabian wilds--no matter where I fled, people would come prying and peering and sneaking after me. I have tried Tibet, China, and the steppes of Siberia--with the same result. At last I heard of a region where there was peace, where the inhabitants let each other alone. Here, I thought, I should--" 

"Pardon me for interrupting. Where?" 

"Why, _here_, to be brief," said the bird, waving its wing toward the valley. "Here, I thought, I should be able to breathe. At _my_ age one likes a little quiet. Would you believe that I am close to five hundred years old?" 

"Golly!" said David. "You don't look it." 

The bird gave a pleased laugh. "My splendid physical condition _does_ conceal my years. At any rate, I settled here in the hope of being left alone. But do you think I was safe?" 

David, seeing that he was supposed to answer no, shook his head. 

"Quite right," sighed the bird. "I was not. I had been here no more than three months when a Scientist was hot on my trail. A most disagreeable fellow, always sneaking about with binoculars, a camera, and, I fear, a gun. That is why you startled me for an instant. I thought you were he." 

"Oh," David cried, "I'm awfully sorry. I didn't bother you on purpose. It's just that I never saw a mountain before, so I climbed up here to see what one looked like." 

"You climbed up here?" 

"Yes." 

"Climbed," said the bird, looking very thoughtful. "Climbed ... I might have known.... It proves, you see, that the same thing could be done again by someone older and stronger. A very grave point." 

"Oh, I see," said David. "You mean the--" 

"Precisely! The Scientist. He is, I fear, very persistent. I first noticed him over there"--the bird waved its wing toward the opposite side of the valley--"so I removed to this location. But he will undoubtedly continue his pursuit. The bad penny always turns up. It will not be long before the sharp scientific nose is again quivering in my direction." 

"Oh, dear, that's terrible!" 

"Your sympathy touches me," said the bird 
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