BOG BOGLES 



I began to get glints of sunlight reflect- 

 ing from grassy islands all about. It was 

 as if some very human folk had held high 

 carnival here the night before and sown 

 the dry spots with empty black bottles. 

 But a second look showed these to be 

 spotted turtles, sitting up above the water 

 level, each with his head held up as if he 

 wished especially to get the warmth of the 

 sun on his throat. On such a day one 

 might well envy the turtle for having his 

 bones all on the outside. It is easy for 

 him to let the spring sunshine into his very 

 marrow. 



The turtle, in spite of the canticle which, 

 bubbling over with the enthusiastic poetry 

 of spring, declares that " the voice of the 

 turtle is heard in our land/' is usually 

 reckoned dumb. The commentators have 

 carefully announced that the turtle men- 

 tioned is the turtle-dove cooing in the joy 

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