The Submerged Tenth 



kept low in the reeds, and now and then waved my 

 handkerchief above them. The Loons at once 

 began to watch, and then gradually to swim in, 

 until they were within twenty yards ot me. They 

 swam back and forth in tront ot me, keeping close 

 together, their snowy breasts and steel-blue necks 



P?;;^ 



ANOTHER NEST OF THE GREAT LOON ON DRV STONV biloRE OF 

 SMALL ISLAND IN LAKE .MAINE BY A. C. BENT 



reflected upon the mirror-surtace, just beyond the 

 reflection of the reeds and of the poplar forest. It 

 was one of the memorable bird-sights of my lite. 



Anxious as I was to see the nest ot the Loon, 

 the account given by a settler ot a small lake two 

 miles beyond the camp, where a pair ot Loons 

 were always to be seen, aroused my enthusiasm. 

 The next day, June 15, was ushered in by a furious 



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