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 "pJice, 



p/iee, phce, plicc " ut- 



- tered with brief 

 pauses, and in the note 



E, four octaves above 

 middle C, or there- 

 . abouts. Not that I 



