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The wild gander leads his


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  [begin leaf 1 recto] 10 The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya‑honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like 
  an invitation;
The pert suppose it is meaningless, ^has no is meaningless, but I listen better closer, I find it has its place and sign up there toward 
  the November sky.—
The clawed cat of the forest, the deer, ^huge sharphoofed moose of the north, the cat on the housesill, the chickadee the prairie‑dog, The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats, The brood of the turkey‑hen, and she with her 
  half‑spread wings,
I see in them and myself the same old law.
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred 
They scorn the best I can do to relate them.—
I am enamored of growing outdoors, ^Of the drivers of horses— Of men that live among cattle or taste of the 
  ocean or soil,
Of the builders ^and steerers of ships— Of drivers of horses—ofOf wielders Of the wielders of axes and malls.—of ^the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them week in and week out.
What is ^nearest and commonest ^and nearest and cheapest ^and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances, . . . spending Spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first 
  that will take me,
Not asking the sky to come down to receive my 
  good will,
Scattering it freely forever.—
The pure contralto sings in the organ‑loft, The carpenter dresses his plank, . . . . the tongue of his fore‑plane 
  whistles its wild ascending lisp,
The married and unmarried children ride home to their 
  thanksgiving dinner,
The pilot seizes the king‑pin, . . . . he heaves down with a strong arm,
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