Atalapha, a Winged Brownie 
endless blue to the east. Thus after the waning 
of the Hunting Moon, the Leaf-falling Moon found 
them in a land where there is no falling of the leaf, 
where the trees are never bare. 
Here in the groves of palms, where purple moths 
and radiant fireflies make a fairy scene by night, 
and nature’s table is prepared and spread in every 
glade, Atalapha and the brethren of his race scat- 
tered each to seek a hunting for himself. In little 
groups at most they kept together, but no great 
crowds, for kings go not in companies nor princes 
in mobs. So also it is more often seen that the 
greatest of the Bats is alone. 
Their consorts, too, came drifting south to the 
Jand of winters warm and never-failing food. But 
they also lived their own lives, and if by chance 
they met their mates among the palms, they passed 
as merely kinsmen with whom they had no feud. 
NORTHWARD, HOME AGAIN 
Where there is no winter there can be no wonder- 
ful spring. Only the land of dreadful cold can thrill 
our souls with the glad yearly miracle of bees and 
violets, where just a month before was snow and 
fiercest frost. Yet even in the home of palms and 
endless warmth the Spring Moon came with hidden 
power; not a mighty change to hold the eye, but a 
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