A GENUINE WATER ELF 



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As we paused to regard it, it blithely flew down into mid- 

 stream, and dived head foremost into a chilly wave that ran 

 ten miles an hour. An instant later it reappeared, all un- 

 rufHed and unwet, blithely flew back to the edge of the ice 



MOCKINGBIRD. 



and alighted once more. Then we knew well what it was; 

 for it could be nothing else than the Water Ouzel. After- 

 ward we saw others along the line of the Denver & Rio 

 Grande Railway, where it winds its way through the Rocky 

 Mountains. Where the walls of the Royal Gorge almost 

 crowd the train into the Arkansas River is a good place to 

 watch for them. 



