the first I have heard, sings in the meadow just to the south 
of the head of the Holt. Musk-rats cut their silvery furrows 
across the burnished surface of the sluggish stream. I 
press two of them closely and force them to give up the 
masses of green herbage which they are bearing to their nests. 
One load proves to be made up wholly of the stalks of the 
sweet flag, the other of a short, wiry grass that grows 
along the banks. 
tung 
Bull Frogs trump and Green Frogs t&'ukp all around 
me. Now I hear the summer squawk of the Toad. The 
Canary grass along the banks f©rm§ a gray-green wall higher 
than a man* s head in places. At the swimming place I hear 
two Savanna Sparrows. 
