THE BELTED KINGFISHER 



merciless heat, throbbing with wasp-stings, burning with thirst, 

 blistering with sunburn, that those pesky birds took great joy in 

 bathing with exaggerated slop and splash. Just for one insane 

 moment, after the shutter closed, I had an idea of throwing my- 

 self into that pool and splashing also. And then it came to me 

 that in my condition to enter cold water meant death, so I waited 

 and took the further punishment of the hot bath, or I would not 

 to-day tell the story of what I did with the Kingfishers. 



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