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Published by the Wisconsin Audubon Society 
Entered January 27, 1903, at Milwaukee, Wis., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879. 
VOL. VI. MARCH, 1904 No. 1 1 
From the “Paradise of Birds.” 
CHORUS OF HUMAN SOULS. 
Mortals who attempt tiie seas 
Where man’s breath and blood must freeze, 
You whom Fortune, by despite, 
Destiny or daring, carry 
Farther in the four months’ night 
' Than McClintock, Sabine, Parry, 
Hayes or Kane — 
Say, we charge ye, why ye come 
\\ here humanity is dumb; 
Is it but to reive and harry 
Or for gain, 
I That you break the arctic barriers where the 
feathered spirits* reign ? 
Back, we do beseech ye, back 
To the ice floe and the pack! 
| Were your purpose good or ill, 
If your hand has driven a quill, 
Clipped a wing, or plucked a feather, 
Ye are ruined altogether, 
Body and Soul! 
; We were men who speak these words, 
But for harm we did the birds 
Now are beaten in this weather 
Past control, 
Round the Paradise that holds the Aviary of 
the Pole. 
For our crimes are here decreed 
M 
Pains proportioned to each deed; 
As on earth we played our parts 
ij Such in Purgatory is our measure; 
I But behold our human hearts 
Are transfigured, and old pleasure 
Here is pain; 
Some become the birds they slew; 
Some fruitlessly pursue 
Feathered phantoms; all at leisure 
In one strain, 
Swear the birds should live forever could they 
live their lives again. 
Therefore, back! and if one bird 
By your dwelling shall be heard 
(Since for all this winter none 
Pass our barriers,) we implore ye 
Leave this singer in the sun, 
Telling the live world our story; 
For ’tis meet 
That the infidel should so 
By report believe the woe 
Waiting all in Purgatory, 
Who entreat 
Cruelly with death or dungeon things so simple 
and so sweet. 
William John Courthope. 
The Dragon’s Story. 
“Mamma, please tell us a story!” cried all 
the young dragons. 
“Children, do be less noisy!” said their 
father, the Honorable Samuel P. Dragon. He 
had slain a knight that very evening, and was 
perhaps a little irritable. Young dragons 
should be thoughtful, and should never dis¬ 
turb their parents after the night’s fighting 
is over. 
“Hush, children!” said Mrs. Dragon. “Your 
father has to fight hard all night, and in the 
day he needs his rest. I will tell you one 
nice story, if you will promise to go quietly 
to bed afterward.” 
The youngsters coiled down into comfortable 
hollows in the rock, and Mrs. Dragon prepared 
to begin her story. 
“I suppose you would prefer a man-story?” 
“Please, Mamma. We are so tired of ‘When 
I was a little dragon.’ Tell us a real man- 
story; but be sure not to have the dragon 
hurt. We like it to end happily, Mamma.” 
“Very well, listen quietly now. Don’t rustle 
your wings nor flop your tails—Sammy! stop 
