. The black swans, and other friends indoors and out. Natural history. CHAPTER XV Taps THE last fire of another year is dying on the hearth. The swans are flying low—now very low—and presently they will fold their fluttering wings and pass into the shadows that shall last until the fires of yet another spring shall be rekindled by our own or other hands. 'Tis said the sweetest of all songs sung by swans are always their very last, and, as our walls re- flect the gathering gloom, in fancy I can hear what seems to be a fond farewell to all the joys the vanished hours have brought. We are closing
. The black swans, and other friends indoors and out. Natural history. CHAPTER XV Taps THE last fire of another year is dying on the hearth. The swans are flying low—now very low—and presently they will fold their fluttering wings and pass into the shadows that shall last until the fires of yet another spring shall be rekindled by our own or other hands. 'Tis said the sweetest of all songs sung by swans are always their very last, and, as our walls re- flect the gathering gloom, in fancy I can hear what seems to be a fond farewell to all the joys the vanished hours have brought. We are closing the cottage tomorrow. It is the end of our sixteenth season within its walls. Somehow the little [203]. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Sanders, Alvin Howard, 1860-1948. Chicago, Breeder's gazette print
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