A GENUINE WATER ELF 279 
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- 
ruffled 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. 
