WILDWOOD WAYS 



means? I crossed the pond not long ago 

 of a beautiful springlike morning, after 

 the sun had been up for two hours or 

 more. There was then no voice in the 

 receiver other than the gentle thrumming 

 caused by the chopping of the fishermen, 

 making holes wherein to set pickerel 

 traps, nor was there a cloud in the sky. 

 An hour later the soft haze of a coming 

 warm gale spread over the horizon to 

 the southward, and as if at the touch of 

 a key the pond began to speak a word now 

 and then that rapidly changed to full 

 conversation. From the near hilltop 

 where I stood it was as if I had cut in 

 on a telephone line where two giants were 

 eagerly talking under conditions that 

 made the hearing a difficult matter. There 

 was question and answer, query and in- 

 terruption and repetition and change of 

 tone from a low voice to a shout. 

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