The iNlusic of the JMarsh 



the rushes are ^\•eighted A\itli bobohiiks, and tlie 

 aiv resounds M'ith their sweet, hquid notes. A few 

 days later tlie straying killdeer and ui)land plover 

 retiu-n, and the blaelvbirds and tanagers sweej) 

 upon it in countless numbers. From then until 

 fall migration marsh life is at its fullest and 

 best, and if from its l)abel of voices comes an oc- 

 casional rasping note, to counteract it tliere is an 

 endless variety of exquisite tones to the heart of 

 the music-lover most dear. 



To any man the call of the marsh is threefold. 

 ^Vhether he realizes it or no, his faith in all re- 

 newal is strengthened in watching this yearly res- The 

 lu-rection. Dead as anv death ai^pears the marsh J^^*^^- 



. . , ^ ■ 1 f°l'' Lure of 



during wmter s long sleep; no other ])lace so al)un- the Marsh 

 dant A\ith life in summer. JNIost peo])le dread tlie 

 thought of annihilation. The marsh, that can die 

 and yet return to life at the first breath of spring, 

 seems each year to re])eat anew to its lovers, 

 "Though a man die, yet shall he live again." All 

 men are cheered by that message, whether it comes 

 l)y prece])t or impression. 



There is a visual call from the marsh. jNIen 

 traA'el across continents and pay high prices to 

 purchase the greatest reproductions of nature that 

 have been painted. The marsh is the most won- 

 derfid pictiu'e nature lierself has to offer. There 

 is no sky to sin-pass these, for all skies drift over 

 in answer to changing moods. There are no clouds 



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