WILD LIFE ON THE WING 
The Corr iasc made three strides and took 
wing. Ten beats in that still air carried him 
to the sandhills. There he waited and called. 
She was a grey blur against the bright sand and 
water, but before he had uplifted his great voice 
twice she sailed up beside him. They mounted 
together in spirals, so high that they could see 
the golden spot where the sun set long after the 
earth was dark. They flew silently for the most 
part, but now and then the Corr iasc croaked 
contentedly as he recognized old landmarks. 
So they came abreast of Slieve Corrig. A 
glimmer of water on the mountain-side showed 
the tarn, lying wind-ruffled and naked to the 
stars. There was a light in the cottage on the 
Gap, but when they came near it twinkled and 
went out. The Corr iasc would have alighted 
by the tarn, but something moving crabwise 
over the heather made him swerve aside, and 
as he did so he caught the glint of the young 
moonlight upon metal. He wheeled back to 
Ballongarry with his mate behind him. 
They went to the Quarry Pool, a profitable 
fishing-ground and well sheltered. The face of 
the night began to change and cloud-drift 
floated over the moon ; but the wind was warm 
and the frogs, who had taken their winter's 
sleep in the rocks, awoke and sought their 
spawning-grounds. 
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