. The Audubon magazine . oured out his sorrowin a wild plaintive melody which attracteda gunner to the spot and cost poor Bobo-link his life as the final act of the sadtragedy. At length they reached the last restingplace, an open field at the edge of thewoods, all dotted with curious shaped littlemounds, with feathers stuck in them. Thecrows deposited their burthen on a littleclear space, the procession broke up, andall the birds gathered round. Then the Charley s WonderftLl Journeys. lOI wild goose stepped forward and ad-dressed the assemblage : Our task is done, said he, Itwas good for us t
. The Audubon magazine . oured out his sorrowin a wild plaintive melody which attracteda gunner to the spot and cost poor Bobo-link his life as the final act of the sadtragedy. At length they reached the last restingplace, an open field at the edge of thewoods, all dotted with curious shaped littlemounds, with feathers stuck in them. Thecrows deposited their burthen on a littleclear space, the procession broke up, andall the birds gathered round. Then the Charley s WonderftLl Journeys. lOI wild goose stepped forward and ad-dressed the assemblage : Our task is done, said he, Itwas good for us to be here; good tobe reminded of the uncertainty of life;good to realize that sooner or later wetoo must all depart to the unknownrealms beyond, but our duty donethere is no need to linger. Life hasits duties—let us hasten to their per-formance—its joys, let us give vent tothem in gladsome notes. Away then,my feathered friends, hasten to yourrespective duties, the performance ofwhich will banish all thoughts of death. and sorrow, and bring its reward in thecalm enjoyment which springs from theconsciousness of duty done. Away, breth-ren, labor and love and song are the lot ofthe living. As he ceased he ran a step forward,spread his broad wings, and soared aloft. All the birds followed his example. For amoment nothing was heard but the flappingof wings. The next moment woodland andmeadow resounded with the joyous notesof all the feathered tribes, vying with eachother in song, while from high overheadfell the pleasing although less musical note I02 Bliicbijd Dick. of the wild goose, the duck, the crane andinnumerable waterfowl, winging their wayto the marshy shores of some distant lake. Charley was left alone in the solitarygraveyard, and as his eye fell on the spotwhere the dead Bobolink had rested he sawthat a new mound had sprung up, and thatwhat looked like the ghost of a bobolinkwas chained to it in a position that sug-gested the most horrible tortures. He ad-vanced nervo
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