48 THE BIRD LIFE OF FORM BY. 



last flicker of what was originally a good fire lingering in the 

 grate. So this is the end of my first goose tale ! 



Words can hardly express the delicious sense of " virtue 

 triumphant " which I had inwardly felt over that dream of the 

 captured goose, all to be dashed to the ground by the voice of 

 the comforter telling me it is time for bed. When at school on 

 a somewhat limited diet, I have often been cheated of a good 

 dinner in my dreams by my unfortunate habit of waking up 

 just as the first course is being served. But never have I been 

 deprived of more genuine satisfaction than I was that winter 

 evening when I woke up to find that my first wild goose was 

 still at large. Jim always finishes the day with " Never mind, 

 we'll be even with 'em yet." That comforts me. 



