Atalapha, a Winged Brownie 
great Hawk went a Bat, and the Hawk recoiled 
before he knew that this was another. Flash, 
flap, flutter, just before his eyes, and just beyond 
his reach, came the newcomer full of strength and 
power, quicker than lightning, absolutely scorn- 
ing the slow, clumsy Hawk, while Silver-brown 
dropped limply out of sight to be lost in a hemlock 
top. 
Now the Hawk was roused to fury. He struck 
and dived and swooped again, while the Bat 
skimmed round his head, flirted in his face, de- 
rided him with tiny squeaks, and flouted the fell 
destroyer, teasing and luring him for a while, then 
left him far away as the Sea-gull leaves a ship when 
it interests him no longer. 
There was no deep emotion in the part the big 
Bat played, there was no conscious sex instinct, 
nothing but the feeling of siding with his own kind 
against a foe, but he remembered the soft velvet 
fur of Silver-brown as he flew, and still remembered 
it a little when he hung himself up for his day 
sleep in the hollow he felt was home. 
THE LOVE FIRE 
The Red Moon rose on Saranac, and with it 
many a growing impulse rose to culmination. 
Atalapha was in his glorious prime; the red blood 
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