Atalapha, a Winged Brownie 
sends, at least sometimes, a numb sleep to dull 
the last pang, and the wing-wearied flyer was for- 
getting—but on in a slow, sad rhythm that was 
surely near the end, when away out ahead in the 
darkness came a volume of sound, a whistling, 
the same as had passed him. 
Like a thrill it ran through his frame, like food 
and drink it entered his body, and he bounded 
away at a better pace. He put forth his feeble 
weeny, strength and flew and flew. Then the clamor grew 
%,—." loud. A great shore appeared, and all along the 
ZA { strand were the Plovers running and whistling. 
; ‘ Oh! haven! oh, heaven at last! Oh! rest. And 
\ he sailed beyond the sand, there flung outspread, 
shivered a little, and lay still. 
/ ~~ 4 The remorseless All-mother, the kindly All- 
if Soo that loves ever best her strong children, 
aL 2S “SG came and stood over him. She closed his eyes in 
a deathlike sleep, she flirted the sand sedge over 
Pen la him, that no shore-mew nor evil creature of the 
sea might do him harm. So he slept; and the 
asad warm wind sang. 
THE BROWNIES OF THE BLOOD ROYAL 
The sandflies fluttered over him and the Plovers 
whistled along the shore as he lay, when the sun 
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