WILD PASTURES 



creature, pulsing and quivering with life, 

 floating through perfumed dusk, is the 

 queen of the. fairies no less. 



Her arrival is a signal for the olio 

 to begin. Then, indeed, you learn the 

 astonishing number and variety of the 

 frog performers within the cove. The 

 basso profundos sing " Ah-r-h-u-m-m " 

 with amazing gusto. Surely that waiter 

 frog has got over his fright and brought 

 it in quantity. " T-u-g-gs " resound all 

 about like the rattle of a drum corps. 

 There are altos whose voices sound like 

 rasping a stick cheerfully on a picket 

 fence, others whose strain hath a dying 

 fall of internal agony outwardly ex- 

 pressed. A lone belated hyla pipes his 

 plaintive soprano, but the tenors are the 

 strongest of all. The tree toad flutes a 

 fluttering, liquid tremolo, and the toad, 

 the common toad, sits on the grassy 

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