o.--^ WOODMYTH & FABLE 



for a south wind; only a feeling bearing 

 a voice that reached not ears, but our being, 

 and told of a coming — a coming. 



A snow-lump fell from a fir-tree and 

 ruffled the white on the water. ' ' Coming, 

 coming!" it sang. 



A drop of water rolled from a sand- 

 bank and dimpled the white on the water, 

 with a '* Coming, coming! " 



Trronk — trronk — trronk, in the sky to the 

 southward. 



Trronk — trronk — trronky the flying bu- 

 glers come. 



TRRONK — TRRONK — TRRONK, and 

 louder. An arrow, a broad-headed ar- 

 row, appears. 



TRONK — TRONK — TRONK, and a 

 whirring of pinions, and the broad arrow 

 grows to an army — an army of buglers. 



