SOOT IN THE FLUES

By Anna Mae
Published on July 1, 1986
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Hi, Wonderful Friends of so many years another chance for me to
greet you and share your excitement as you trek the highways to the
reunions and shows and please don’t forget to share the
happiness of the trips and miles that you travel this summer of
1986.

Before we get into the letters, I have a story from Wellsprings
of Wisdom entitled ‘The Sparrow’. (It’s more about
love, though):

‘I was returning from hunting, walking along the avenue of
the garden, my dog running in front of me. Suddenly she took
shorter steps, and began to steal along as though tracking
game.

‘I looked down the avenue, and saw a young sparrow, with
yellow about its beak and down on its head. It had fallen out of
the nest (the wind was violently shaking the birch trees in the
avenue) and sat unable to move, helplessly flapping its half-grown
wings.

‘My dog was slowly approaching it, when, suddenly darting
down from a tree close by, an old dark throated sparrow fell like a
stone right before his nose, and all ruffled up, terrified, with
despairing and pitiful cheeps, it flung itself twice towards the
open jaws of shining teeth.

It sprang to save; it cast itself before its nestling all its
tiny body was shaking with terror, its note was harsh and strange.
Swooning with fear, it offered itself up!

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