WALKING AS AN ART 



prying eye of the sun. If an eager-eyed 

 water-spaniel were to browse around in those 

 alders to-day he might find nothing for his 

 trouble. Later on, in July, possibly, he would 

 disturb a spritelike bird, which would rise out 

 of the alders like a ray of light and disap- 

 pear as swiftly as a shadow a woodcock. 



Now here we dip toward a sandy point 

 that extends into the lake, and we will wait 

 awhile on this high bank and take an obser- 

 vation. A little distance from the lake's edge 

 a grebe is swimming. The boys and hunters 

 call them " hell-divers." They are greatly in 

 use as targets by ambitious riflemen and boys 

 who go about with revolvers peppering away 

 at everything alive. Their miraculous swift- 

 ness in diving renders their persecution almost 

 entirely harmless. Those two small, dark 

 specks just about to alight on the end of the 

 point are spotted sand-pipers. And now up 

 and around to the first bridge. There goes 

 a big garter-snake. He is perfectly harmless 

 don't kill him. A golden-winged wood- 

 pecker is calling from another hill, and now 

 he flies across, dipping and rising as he goes. 

 You should walk in the fields and the woods 



