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Viator, gives the following Eastern illustration of this superstition,--
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It strikes me as curious that Mr. Pearson should hear on a Lancashire moor a tradition or superstition so similar to that which I have heard on the Bosphorus with reference to certain flocks of birds, about the size of a thrush, which fly up and down the channel, and are never seen to rest on the land or water. I was informed by the man who rowed the _caique_ that they were the souls of the damned, and condemned to perpetual motion.