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THE NORTHLAND BIRD LIFE 
“but I heard Old Mrs. Big White Bear tell¬ 
ing her son all about it and her voice wasn’t 
a bit gruff when she told him. I heard Mrs. 
Fox telling Little White Fox about it one eve¬ 
ning when it was bed time, and her voice was 
very gentle, indeed. I heard even the black 
ravens croaking quite sweetly about it, so 
I know it must be very wonderful and grand. 
I wish you could all stay and see God’s mov¬ 
ing pictures; I really do! But I must hurry 
home to tea,’’ and away she flew. 
There was no more trumpeting that day; 
no more handsprings, and no more subma¬ 
rines nor aeroplanes. The little folks were 
all thinking of God’s moving pictures and 
making up their minds to stay and see them. 
We may be sure their mothers had something 
to say to them about that, for none of them 
ever said another word about staying. Only 
Tommie Specks said to himself, “Perhaps 
Miss Snow Bunting will tell us all about it 
when we come back in the spring.” 
