An "Indian Summer" Dream 



cats without number! Wolves of the 

 forest and wolves of the prairie! 

 Beavers, badgers, raccoons, porcupines ! 

 Deer, red, white and spotted, in droves 

 unheard of; and squirrels and rabbits ! 

 Trillions! And listen! 



Suddenly the whir of ten hundred 

 thousand wings. The sky was one 

 black mass of feathered things — all 

 circling overhead above the doomed 

 camp. The stars could not be seen 

 because of the aerial mass; not even 

 the great planet that had hung so 

 gorgeously upon the eastern horizon. 

 Every kind of land and water fowl of 

 which anyone had ever heard or 

 dreamed — and more — ^was crowding, 

 calling, screaming, settling lower and 

 lower towards the forest, field and 

 river, with the camp, our poor little 

 unprotected camp, as the evident 

 center of their interest. I knew that 

 great Bald eagles had been known to 

 carry children off in their terrible 

 talons, just as fishhawks fly away with 

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