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sire. Just as, during the rain and wind 

 of the preceding night, whole armies of 

 little birds were heading the storms as 

 they fought their way across the dark 

 and dreary seas to some sunnier land, 

 so, unseen, the dauntless little sewin are 

 struggling with the fierce and murky 

 water, and now and then a monster sal- 

 mon, burning with the same irresistible 

 impulse, joins the swimming crowd. 

 Whence they come, or whither they go, 

 seem at the time matters of no moment. 

 There is the common instinct the all- 

 powerful instinct, urging each one for- 

 ward, and go they must. On, on, on, 

 fighting the foaming flood, far up the 

 roaring river. 



The rush will not last long, and every 

 village rustic who can handle a rod is at 

 the waterside hauling out the silvery 

 fish. There is scarcely any skill required 

 in fishing thus with a worin. The sewin 

 are hungry, and take the bait readily, 

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