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‘Atalapha, a Winged Brownie 
yet voyaging in the upper air they went, drifting, 
sailing alone, though in a flock, away to the far 
southwest. 
Fervent in the fervent throng and lightning 
swift among the flashing speeders was Atalapha 
in his new ecstatic mood. He had perhaps no 
clear thought of his need and void, but a picture 
came again and again in his mind, the form of a 
companion, not a lusty brother of the bachelor 
crew, but the soft, slight form of Silver-brown. 
And as his feelings burned, the impulse grew and 
his fleet wings bore him like a glancing star, away 
and away to the valley where ten nights back he 
had seen her drop as the Death Hawk stooped to 
seize her. 
Star! red star of the Red Moon nights! 
Star blazing in the sky, as a ruddy firefly glowing 
in the grass, as a lamp in a beacon burning! 
Oh! be the wanderer’s star to-night and guide him 
to the balm-wine tree! 
Oh! shine where the cooling draft awaits the 
fevered lips and burning! 
The strong wings lashed on the ambient wind, 
and that beautiful body went bounding, swinging, 
bounding. High, holding his swift line, he swept 
o’er Saranac and on. Low, glancing like an arrow 
newly sped, he traversed Pitchoff’s many-shouldered 
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