BOG BOGLES 



fairs of the heart are serious even in the 

 depths of the bog. I lay a part of the bog 

 bogle talk which still went on in the eerie 

 depths behind the green of the cedars to 

 the other muskrats. It does not seem as if 

 they could have been to blame for it all. 



Then I remembered the vanished bit- 

 tern and began to work my boat toward 

 the part of the bog where he disappeared. 

 Very likely he had committed suicide in 

 repentance for his bad behavior and his 

 profanity. He ought to have, but he was 

 simply sulking, after all. I think he felt 

 so bad about it that his usual wariness was 

 at fault, for I was almost upon him before 

 he saw me. It may have been drunken 

 stupor, but I like to believe it was remorse. 



When he did see me his dismay was 

 ludicrous. He almost fell over himself in 

 getting into the air, and he flapped back 



toward the spot where the quarrel had 

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