IN DIM OCTOBER 



As the day waned, long troops of black- 

 birds flew over, making for the marshes at 

 Grass Lake. They flew high, well out of the 

 range of guns for the most part, although 

 scattered groups would occasionally dip low 

 and sweep close in to the trees. Some of them 

 gossiped as they went by, but the cow-birds 

 came and went like shadows, leaving the 

 noisier red-wings to herald the flight. The 

 sun went down in red and gold. Then twi- 

 light crept after swiftly, and the woods began 

 to lose their glory in the haze of approaching 

 nightfall. 



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