WILD PASTURES 



on the rum. You can hear him half a 

 mile, and immediately there is a 

 " chug-squeak-splash " from a little 

 fellow, as if, unable to furnish the 

 beverage at short notice, he became 

 affrighted and without delay decided 

 that a sequestered nook on bottom be- 

 tween two stones was for him. Then 

 the cove goes to sleep again; you can 

 almost hear the silence snore. 



Little by Iktle, if you look about you 

 shall see them, some right within reach 

 of your paddle. I never know whether 

 they slip under when the canoe ap- 

 proaches and bob up again noiselessly 

 after all is still, or whether they are 

 there all the time, only so well concealed 

 by nature that the eye does not note 

 them at first; but I do know that you 

 never see them until you have waited a 

 bit. Their brown backs are just under 

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