An "Indian Summer" Dream 



cats without number! Wolves of the 

 forest and wolves of the prairie! 

 Beavers, badgers, raccoons, porcupines ! 

 Deer, red, white and spotted, in droves 

 unheard of; and squirrels and rabbits! 

 Trillions! And listen! 



Suddenly the whir of ten hundred 

 thousand wings. The sky was one 

 black mass of feathered things all 

 circling overhead above the doomed 

 camp. The stars could not be seen 

 because of the aerial mass; not even 

 the great planet that had hung so 

 gorgeously upon the eastern horizon. 

 Every kind of land and water fowl of 

 which anyone had ever heard or 

 dreamed and more was crowding, 

 calling, screaming, settling lower and 

 lower towards the forest, field and 

 river, with the camp, our poor little 

 unprotected camp, as the evident 

 center of their interest. I knew that 

 great Bald eagles had been known to 

 carry children off in their terrible 

 talons, just as fishhawks fly away with 

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