8 



SHARP EYES 



across the withered rushes or cat -tails as we skirt the 

 borders of the swamp, or perhaps from some hollow 

 nook in the woods, where the melting of a snow-drift 

 has left a glassy pool among the leaves, or even from 

 some boggy bay at the brink of the stream "phee, 



phee, phee, phee " ut- 



^ ,rr/ '*:., tered with brief 



pauses, and in the note 

 E, four octaves above 

 middle C, or there- 

 abouts. Not that I 



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