AN INDOLENT RIVER 
5i 
The Screech Owl flutters steadily across from one 
invisible tree to another* Bats dart, silent and swift, 
after the abundant swarms of gnats that float up 
from the marshes* All about is the quietness of 
nature, so impressive that the dull roar of a train* 
the far-away shriek of a whistle, and even the happy 
laughter from a lagging canoe, seem to blend and lose 
themselves in the inaudible noise that fills and 
soothes the ear of night* 
