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for a south wind; only a feeling bearing a voice that reached not ears, but our being, and told of a coming — a coming.

A snow-lump fell from a fir-tree and ruffled the white on the water. “Coming, coming!” it sang.

A drop of water rolled from a sandbank and dimpled the white on the water, with a “Coming, coming!”

Trronk — trronk — trronk, in the sky to the southward.

Trronk — trronk — trronk, the flying buglers come.

trronk — trronk — trronk, and louder. An arrow, a broad-headed arrow, appears.

tronk — tronk — tronk, and a whirring of pinions, and the broad arrow grows to an army — an army of buglers. ..text continues