The Secret Flight 195 



the lamps aglow beneath them, or by the huge bird- 

 like voices of railway engines, shrieking through 

 the subdued roar of the town. On foggy nights of 

 autumn the perplexed flocks sometimes descend to 

 the lights, and can be heard passing close overhead, 

 or circling with confused altercation. But in serene 

 weather we hear a call from whimbrel or curlew, or 

 the twisted note of the plover under the starlight ; 

 and they pass away with that clear " All's well " 

 to the sea-flats glimmering in the dawn. 



