THE SILENT RIVER 



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red waters or trip along the muddy banks 

 singly or in pairs. They are quite at home on 

 the bars and bayou flats, but it seems not a very 

 happy home for them — that is judging by the 

 absence of snipe talk. The little teeter flies 

 ahead of you from point to point, but makes no 

 twitter, the yellow-leg seldom sounds his mellow 

 three-note call, and the kill-deer, even though 

 you shoot at him, will not cry " Kill-deer ! " 

 "Kill-deer!" 



It may be the season when birds are mute, or 

 it may merely happen so for to-day, or it may 

 be that the silence of the river and the desert is 

 an oppressive influence ; but certainly you have 

 never seen bird-life so hopelessly sad. Even 

 the kingfisher, swinging down in a blue line 

 from a dead limb and skimming the water, 

 makes none of that rattling clatter that you 

 knew so well when you were a child by a New 

 England mill-stream. And what does a king- 

 fisher on such a river as this ? If it were filled 

 with fish he could not see them through that 

 thick water. 



The voiceless river ! From the canyon to the 

 sea it flows through deserts, and ever the seal of 

 silence is upon it. Even the scant life of its 

 borders is dumb — birds with no note, animals 



Snipe. 



Sad 

 bird4i/e. 



