the work, and having been pressed by Arthur to come and do his verses there whenever he liked, the
three boys went down to Martins den, and Arthur was initiated into the lore of birds-eggs, to his great
delight. The exquisite colouring and forms astonished and charmed him, who had scarcely ever seen
any but a hens egg or an ostrichs, and by the time he was lugged away to bed he had learned the
names of at least twenty sorts, and dreamt of the glorious perils of tree-climbing, and that he had found
a rocs egg in the island as big as Sinbads, and clouded like a tit-larks, in blowing which Martin and he
had nearly been drowned in the volk.