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THE CHILDREN OF WIND AND 

 THE CLAN OF PEACE 



I was abroad on the moors one day in the 

 company of a shepherd, and we were talking 

 of the lapwing that were plentiful there, and 

 were that day wailing continuously in an 

 uneasy wavering flight. I had seen them 

 act thus, in this excess of alarm, in this pro- 

 longed restless excitement, when the hill- 

 falcons were hovering overhead in the nesting 

 season : and, again, just before the unloosening 

 of wind and rain and the sudden fires of the 

 thundercloud. But John Logan the shepherd 

 told me that now it was neither coming light- 

 nings nor drifting hawk nor eagle that made 

 all this trouble among the 'peewits.' "The 

 wind's goin' to mak' a sudden veer," he said — 

 adding abruptly a little later, " an' by the same 

 token we'll have rain upon us soon." 



I looked at the cold blue of the sky, and 

 at the drift of the few clouds trailing out 



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