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STORM AND WINTER. 



eye, grows melancholy in the shortened days and gathering mists of 

 autumn. That decline of light, which is sometimes dear to us for 

 moral causes, is for the bird a grief, a death. Light ! more light ! 

 Let us rather die than see the day no more ! This is the true pur- 

 port of its last autumnal strain, its last cry on its departure in October. 

 I comprehended it in their farewells. 



Their resolution is truly bold and courageous, when one thinks 

 on the tremendous journey they must achieve, twice every year, over 

 mountains, and seas, and deserts, under such diverse climates, by 

 variable winds, through many perils, and such tragical adventures. 

 For the light and hardy voiliers, for the church-martin, for the keen 

 swallow which defies the falcon, the enterprise perhaps is trivial. 

 But other tribes have neither their strength nor their wings ; most 

 of them are at this time heavy with abundant food ; they have 

 passed through the glowing time of love and maternity ; the female 

 has finished that grand work of nature has given birth to, and 

 brought up her callow brood ; her mate, how he has spent his vigour 



