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THE FILTERING MORASS OF GURGLING WATER. 



ful then than now, for they will be tem- 



gentle creatures when on 

 the threshold of its breed- 

 ing grounds ? 



To mount and later to pose 

 and photograph the birds about me 

 was a pleasant task; and to-night, 

 with the old marsh fast in \ne bonds 

 of winter, with the clustering snow- 

 drifts gathering about, with the ice 

 bridging pond, lake and river for months 

 to come, I sit dozing by the fire, and in 

 fancy live over again the delightful days 



pered with love and with paternal senti- spent with rod, and gun, and camera. 



THE THIRSTY QUAIL SEEKS THE WATER. 



ment. The singers will be intent on work- Yonder on the rug sleeps my gentle setter. 



ing again the miracle of nature. Who Perchance he too is dreaming of the joy 



could be so base as to outrage the plan of we had afield in autumn days gone 



the Creator by destroying one of these by. 



