enon san 
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amen! 
The Wild Geese of Wyndygoul 
strangely failed. Such things will come to all. Not 
quite run enough no doubt. So mother led them to 
the northmost arm of the lake, an open stretch of 
water now, and long. They here lined up again, 
mother giving a low, short double “honk” ahead, the 
rest aside and yet in line, for the long array was 
angling. 
Then mother passed the word ‘‘Now, now,” and 
nodding just a little swam on, headed for the south, 
the young ones passed the word “Now, now,” and 
nodding swam, and father at the rear gave his deep, 
strong, “Now, now,” andswam. Soswam they all, 
then spread their wings, and spattered with their 
feet, as they put on speed, and as they went they 
rose, and rising bugled louder till the marching song 
was ringing in full chorus. Up, up and away, 
above the treetops. But again, for some strange 
reason, mother was not there, and father, too, was 
left behind on the pond, and once again the bugle 
of retreat was heard, “‘Come back! Come back!” 
And the brood, obedient, wheeled on swishing 
wings to sail and slide and settle on the pond, while 
mother and father both expressed in low, short 
notes their deep perplexity. 
Again and again this scene took place. The 
autumn message in the air, the flying wedges of 
their kin, or the impulse in themselves lined up 
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