The buzzards that soar over St. Louis, Mo., were perplexed last week. No idle fliers themselves, they were obliged to alight now and then, to eat, to drink, to sleep, or just to consider with angry red eyes the creature, much bigger than a buzzard, which droned around in circles through the sky all through one week, all through the next week, on into another week, without ever coming down. Now and then another big creature would roar up from the ground and hover solicitously over the...
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