WILD PASTURES 



angle which a turtle's mouth makes 

 when it is closed, and waved a frantic 

 farewell to the passing under-water 

 world. The turtle was a long time in 

 masticating his terrapin, but it was a 

 happy time. His whole body blinked 

 contentedly, and he waved his forelegs 

 with a caressing out-push, a motion ex- 

 actly like that of a child at the breast. 

 Then he wagged his head solemnly 

 from side to side as a wise turtle might 

 who feels that such good' lunches are 

 put up by fate only for the knowing 

 ones of this watery world, and pushed 

 himself half way under the roots of a 

 tussock for a nap. Soon the nether 

 half circle of his shell was motionless, 

 with his hind legs drawn up within. 

 Only his little spike tail protruded, 

 waving to a wee passing trout the news 

 that the millennium was at hand, and 

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