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Show As the Wild Geese Fly. There can be no more Impressive sight than a straining line of wild geese moving in the clear air with steady strokes, their rigid necks pointing point-ing to their northern summer home, their outlines slowly diminishing until, un-til, as a row of floating dots, they van tsh In the uncertain distance. As they scan the continent In their northward sweep the feeble efforts that dot it here and there with cities must seem to them helpless presumption. presump-tion. They call In the Joy of their strength and the poor prisoners of gravitation fancy that the resonant tones from the vast, airy dome are a special message to their own little worlds. More Impressive than this voice of the open day or the sight of the vigorous and steady forms coursing cours-ing the air is the sonorous mingling cries In the starry dome when tbe lofty way of travelers Is concealed by the enshrouding night. |