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enjoying what looked like bird coasting. The 

 hill sloping down to the western gate of Bird 

 Paradise was a favorite place for their gather- 

 ings. Sometimes they would spend hours there, 

 all passing peaceful and pleasant. There are 

 more things in the world of birds than our 

 knowledge has yet dreamed of. 



During the past week the weather has opened 

 some of its treasures to those who care to add 

 such wealth to their possessions. Very gently 

 the south wind went to sleep as the curtains of 

 night were put in place. The night journeyed 

 on until the stroke of twelve. Then a new order 

 of things was given the entire freedom of our 

 broad hill country. The northwest took charge 

 of the wind and almost at the first stroke made a 

 perfect success of the venture. There were two 

 or three rushes, followed by as many roars, and 

 the echoes everywhere were awake and doing. 

 The commotion was such that I ventured to look 

 out upon the scene. Snowflakes filled the air. 

 The wind jollied them and kept them in motion. 

 There seemed to be an understanding between 

 the two that the occasion was to be made the 

 carnival of the season. The morning broke and 



