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bog, where the mother bird had pulled up 

 the grass and hollowed the earth enough to 

 keep the eggs from rolling out. They were T^uku/eem 

 there on the bare ground, two large olive (p^.-^J^"'' 

 eggs with dark blotches. I left them undis- 

 turbed and went on to investigate the crying, 

 which had stopped a moment as I approached 

 the nest. 



Presently it began again behind me, faint 

 at first, then louder and more eager, till I 

 traced it back to Hukweem's household. 

 But there was nothing here to account for it, 

 only two innocent-looking eggs on the top 

 of a bog. I bent over to examine them more 

 closely. There, on the sides, were two holes, 

 and out of the holes projected the points of 

 two tiny bills. Inside were two little loons, 

 crying at the top of their lungs, " Let me 

 out ! O, let me out ! It 's hot in here. Let 

 me out — Oooo-eee ! pip-pip-pip ! " 



But I left the work of release to the 

 mother bird, thinking she knew more about 

 it. Next day I went back to the place and, 

 after much watching, saw two little loons 

 stealing in and out among the bogs, exulting 



