Western field . t. Finally, one night, there floated down fromthe clear sky the first call of the returninghordes, the ha-ha-honk of the leader of agreat band of white-fronts, dimly limnedagainst the gray-blue sky. It was time, hightime, they said, in the strange sweet tongueof the wild, that all those who flew should beon the move. Winter was hard on theirwing beats, the snowy edge of his mantlewas already trailing among the upperreaches of the hills. In the northern skythe red aurora flamed, and over the brownplain the caribou herds were moving ever tothe south. Three nights they heard these
Western field . t. Finally, one night, there floated down fromthe clear sky the first call of the returninghordes, the ha-ha-honk of the leader of agreat band of white-fronts, dimly limnedagainst the gray-blue sky. It was time, hightime, they said, in the strange sweet tongueof the wild, that all those who flew should beon the move. Winter was hard on theirwing beats, the snowy edge of his mantlewas already trailing among the upperreaches of the hills. In the northern skythe red aurora flamed, and over the brownplain the caribou herds were moving ever tothe south. Three nights they heard thesecalls, three more days they moved rest-lessly about the pool that had been theirhome for all the summer months, and then,just at the beginning of one long arctic even-ing, the four, running together along the sur-face of the lake, lifted themselves on longblack wings and slipped away over the topsof the pines, over the whitening summits ofthe peaks, away to the south where food wasplenty and the world less i J
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