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AS THEY TAKE THEIR FLIGHT 
There is something pathetic in the eagerness of 
pent-up humanity to escape from the city into the 
open world, where all nature is glowing in the life- 
giving rays of the sun* A sudden appreciation of the 
charms of this surrounding richness has come just 
as they have begun to recede and disappear* In 
earlier days, when the forest, with its endless variety 
of life crowded in and about on every hand, the joy 
of a great presence was felt unconsciously* Children 
called from the clearings in answer to the plaintive 
cry of the Wolverine that came as the infantile voice 
of the forest* In following the uncertain sound of the 
Cowbell they gained an instinctive perception that 
led them safely through the tangled underbrush of 
trackless woods* The Loon laughed and called on 
the Cedar-girt lake* Every night the long howl of the 
wolves impressed on receptive minds the cruelty of 
nature's warfare* The Owl cried out in startled sad- 
ness* There were no bonfires built, but the family 
gathered around the potash kettle and watched the 
sparks rising among the invisible branches, and the 
glowing, breaking, tumbling coals, as the red-hot 
“ melt ” emitted its tiny blue flames, or glowed, a 
