centuries of domestic servitude fell away from ~ 

 the old graylag like a useless garment ! Tug- 

 ging at the stupid brick, with outstretched 

 neck and quivering wings she recognized her 

 own people and sent up a wild cry to call 

 them down to share her loneliness — perhaps, 

 who knows ? to come and take her away with 

 them. Then the boy, hugging himself and 

 holding his breath and loving the old goose 

 supremely for her help, would lie still as a 

 stone, only his eyes moving to follow the 

 flight of the wild birds and see if they would 

 come down to his bidding. 



Generally the wedge kept steadily on, 

 straight and true to its course; but every 

 head was bent to bugle down an answer 

 to the captive. Then the boy's heart was 

 touched in turning away from the high flight 

 to watch his old graylag. Beating her use- 

 less wings, struggling after her kindred as 

 far as the anchor string would allow, she 

 would call and call, and all the wildness of 

 the lonely Northland was in her appealing 

 summons. Long after the clangor had died 

 away to a faint crackle and vanished in 



In Qizesf of 

 Wapfonk^r 



