After an interval of a minute or so another rose, then another, but it was an hour before they were all gone.
"O the dear birds--they are all gone!" cried Martin.

"Mother, where are they going ?" She told him of a far-away land in the south, from which, when autumn comes, the birds migrate north to a warmer country hundreds of leagues away, and that birds of all kinds were now travelling north, and would be travelling through the sky above them for many days to come.
Martin looked up at the sky, and said he could see no birds now that the buzzards were all gone.
"I can see them," she returned, looking up and glancing about the sky.
"O mother, I wish I could see them!" he cried.

"Why can't I see them when you can ?" "Because your eyes are not like mine.

Look, can you see this ?" and she held up a small stone phial which she took from her bosom.
He took it in his hand and unstopped and smelt at it.

"Is it honey?
Can I taste it ?" he asked.
She laughed.