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loon had hidden her two eggs. I watched 

 him, admiring the ripphng sweep of his 

 Aomerros Aig^'t, like the run of a cat's-paw breeze 

 ^fcasf across a sleeping lake, and the clear blue of 

 his crest against the deeper blue of summer 

 sky. Under him his reflection rippled along, 

 like the rush of a gorgeous fish through the 

 glassy water. Opposite my canoe he checked 

 himself, poised an instant in mid-air, watch- 

 ing the minnows that my paddle had 

 disturbed, and dropped bill first 

 — plash ! with a silvery tinkle 

 in the sound, as if hidden bells 

 down among the green water weeds had 

 been set to ringing by this sprite of the 

 air. A shower of spray caught the rainbow 

 for a brief instant ; the ripples gathered and 

 began to dance over the spot where Kos- 

 komenos had gone down, when they were 

 scattered rudely again as he burst out among 

 them with his fish. He swept back to the 

 stub whence he had come, chuckling on the 

 way. There he whacked his fish soundly 

 on the wood, threw his head back, and 

 through the glass I saw the tail of a minnow 



