Nothing so Silly as a Goose 93 



over terrestrial conditions, and its lesson to us, 

 the Earth-born, is to hope on, hope ever. They 

 are the weird musicians of the temple of the sky, 

 across the day, beyond the night; we, strangers 

 and pilgrims, hear their voices calling, as they fly, 

 of the better country far away. 



Oh! ye poor sportsmen of the automatic gun 

 and the living decoy, know ye not that ye are 

 robbing God's great picture of life, His finished 

 picture of the finished year? 



On a wild March morning, before dawn, the 

 writer of this little sketch seemed to be sinking 

 into his last sleep, the doctors had announced 

 that they could do no more, members of the fam- 

 ily despairing, and the nurses at their wit's end, 

 when suddenly just over the house came the clamor 

 of a passing flock of Wild Geese. The familiar 

 sounds roused the one who was so near crossing 

 the bar, and turning on his pillow, he cried faintly: 

 u Bless you, oh! God bless you!" and at once 

 started in to fight his way back to life again. 



