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Updated: June 18, 2025
Let us suppose that once, in Thessaly, there was a genial spring, and there was a poet who sang of it. All later poets have sung the same song. "Voila tout!" That is the root of poetry. Another delusion. We hear toward evening, high in air, the "conk" of the wild-geese. Looking up, you see the black specks of that adventurous triangle, winging along in rapid flight northward.
Game, of course, could only be killed at particular seasons of the year; and wild-geese, wild-ducks, woodcocks, and snipes in the winter; but spring and summer pastime was afforded by the crane, the bustard, the heron, the rook, and the kite; while, at the same periods, some of the smaller description of water-fowl offered excellent sport on lake or river.
On the other hand the wild-geese probably do not leave the North till they are frozen out, for I have heard their bugles sounding southward so late as the middle of December. What may be called local migrations are doubtless dictated by the chances of food.
The night was calm as is a lake when there is not a breath of wind to move a wave on it, and there was no sound to be heard but the cronawn of the insects that would go by from time to time, or the hoarse sudden scream of the wild-geese, as they passed from lake to lake, half a mile up in the air over his head; or the sharp whistle of the golden and green plover, rising and lying, lying and rising, as they do on a calm night.
"Think the old monks'll mind?" said Tom. "What! that flock of wild-geese going over?" "No-o-o! Our taking the lead." "Oh! I say, Tom, you are a chap," cried his companion. "I know you believe in ghosts." "No, I don't," said Tom stoutly; "but I shouldn't like to live in your old place all the same." "What! because it's part of the old monastery?" "Yes.
Look you, Master Roland, these pretty wild-geese cannot be hawked at without risk they have as many divings, boltings, and volleyings, as the most gamesome quarry that falcon ever flew at And besides, every woman of them is manned with her husband, or her kind friend, or her brother, or her cousin, or her sworn servant at the least But you heed me not, Master Roland, though I know the game so well your eye is all on that pretty damsel who trips down the gate before us by my certes, I will warrant her a blithe dancer either in reel or revel a pair of silver morisco bells would become these pretty ankles as well as the jesses would suit the fairest Norway hawk."
"Antoine, there was a rushing of wings by my bed before the morn was breaking." "The wild-geese know their way in the night, Angelique; but they flew by the house and not near thy bed." "The two black squirrels have gone from the hickory tree." "They have hidden away with the bears in the earth; for the frost comes, and it is the time of sleep."
The ducks of all kinds were in a high state of excitement, and passed over in nights or settled down in the water with a tremendous outcry, while ever and again a peculiar clanging from high overhead gave warning that the wild-geese were on the move, either fleeing or attracted by some strange instinct to the watery waste.
In the pitchblack darkness overhead the wild-geese could be heard rustling their wings as they flew southward, scared by his cigarette the tenth in succession. "Southward, geese, southward!... But you shall go nowhere, slave, useless among the useless!" Then he remembered that slap in the face Nina Kallistratovna had given for her husband nobody would give Olya Golovkina one for him!
"Is it the clang of wild-geese, Is it the Indians' yell That lends to the voice of the North wind The tone of a far-off bell? "The voyageur smiles as he listens To the sound that grows apace: Well he knows the vesper ringing Of the bells of Saint Boniface. "The bells of the Roman mission That call from their turrets twain, To the boatmen on the river, To the hunters on the plain."
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