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Something out of the common must be lit- 

 erally in the wind. 



It is something something overhead 

 on wings as swift almost as light. High be- 

 twixt you and the peeping stars you see a 

 dark pyramidal line. A shrill, trumpeting 

 challenge drifts down, down. Wild geese 

 in flight, and hungry. The wedge breaks 

 up wheeling, shrilling, they drop into the 

 corn-land and begin to feed. 



Reynard the Fox knew that they would, 

 and called his mate to a feast. Of a verity, 

 there must be things undreamed of in our 

 philosophy. Else how should one wild 

 creature thus sense afar off the need, the 

 purpose, of another ? 



Looking with all your eyes, you will not 

 see Reynard the Fox. For such errand he 

 hath sure receipt of fern-seed, and doth walk 

 invisible. You cannot help but see that 

 furry diplomat, Brer Rabbit. Depend on 

 it, his seeming of timid innocence is much 

 more than half a counterfeit. He scurries 

 out from the brier-patch, almost under your 

 feet, goes swift as an arrow down wind over 

 fallen leaves to the wood's edge. There he 

 will crouch him till you go your way, when 

 he will be*off to the orchard for apples, the 

 field for corn, and finish with a salad of 

 green young clover buds. 



