VI 
The Wild Geese of Wyndygoul 
THE BUGLING ON THE LAKE 
HO that knows 
the Wild North- 
land of Canada 
~ “can picture 
wed FR that blue and 
* green wilderness without 
seisingt in his heart the trumpet “honk” of the Wild 
Geese? Who that has ever known it there can fail 
to get again, each time he hears, the thrill it gave 
when first for him it sounded on the blue lake in 
the frame of green? Older than ourselves is the 
thrill of the gander-clang. For without a doubt that 
trumpet note in springtime was the inspiring notice 
to our far-back forebears in the days that were that pes LS 
the winter famine was at end—the Wild Geese come, sellin oS 
the snow will melt, and the game again be back * al * if ‘ 
on the browning hills. The ice-hell of the winter <3 ‘Zz : 
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