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good gray Goose, for, high up, safe from all 
harm from human foe, their swift-moving 
wedges keep steadily northward over city and 
farmland, forest, lake, plain and open sea. 
Anon comes down the distant clamor of the 
flock—the wily old leader as he calls to the lag- 
gards, perhaps encouraging them with the 
praises of the region whither they are bound, 
that the weary followers may keep up good 
heart, for there are some who fain would rest 
their wings and make a brief halt on the water 
below. But not so the old gander. He remem- 
bers vividly the dangers of that treacherous 
place, for not yet has the calamity of last fall’s 
flight passed from his memory,—when the tired 
youngsters were allowed to settle upon its 
waters for rest. He knows full well what was 
their rest! 
Far below in city street or muddy country 
road the sportsman stands up-gazing and fol- 
lowing them with longing eyes until the last 
faint ‘‘honk’’ has died away and the flock has 
become but a speck against the dark mass of 
the northern cloud-bank. For the rest of the 
day that man’s mind is scarcely to be kept on 
the ledger or the farm’s business, and ten to 
