102 THE FALL OF THE YEAR 



their honk, honk, honk -will waken the frogs from 

 their oozy slumbers and stir every winter sleeper to 

 the very circle of the Pole. 



Honk, honk, honk! Oh, may I be awake to hear 

 you, ye strong-winged travelers on the sky, when ye 

 go over northward, calling the sleeping earth to 

 waken, calling all the South to follow you through 

 the broken ice-gates of the North! 



Honk, honk, honk! The wild geese are passing 

 — southward ! 



