I HEARD A BLUE BIRD 59 
contradictory of all nature-logic, swift and sweet 
on the winter air sounds out ‘“Ber-mu-da! 
Ber-mu-da!” 
And two men at home in the storm, yell like 
Comanches in frenzy, “A bluebird!’ Truly a 
bluebird? Then doubting our ears, we listened 
as in a dream and again, ““Ber-mu-da, Ber-mu-da, 
Ber-mu-da.” And then three pilgrims of the 
spring, bluebirds ignoring the storm and the rage 
of the winter, came near our campfire and spake 
each to the other “Ber-mu-da”’ and passed on a 
voice of music and of violets. 
And to us it was spring. 
I think that they were fooled bluebirds, and 
to all reason fool bluebirds; but their minstrelsy 
had tuned the lute anew. It was no longer 
winter on that hill, and the white earth was 
no longer white with snow but with wind-flowers 
pranking with the merry winds. Seasons had 
changed places in a moment only because we 
heard a bluebird. 
It was spring! 
