. The story of my boyhood and youth . dimpled and dotted and streaked here andthere where fishes and turtles were poking outtheir heads and muskrats were sculling them-selves along with their flat tails making glitter-ing tracks. After lingering a while, dreamilyrecalling the old, hard, half-happy days, andwatching my favorite red-headed woodpeckerspursuing moths like regular flycatchers, Iswam out through the rushes and up the middleof the lake to the north end and back, glidingslowly, looking about me, enjoying the sceneryas I would in a saunter along the shore, andstudying the habits of the
. The story of my boyhood and youth . dimpled and dotted and streaked here andthere where fishes and turtles were poking outtheir heads and muskrats were sculling them-selves along with their flat tails making glitter-ing tracks. After lingering a while, dreamilyrecalling the old, hard, half-happy days, andwatching my favorite red-headed woodpeckerspursuing moths like regular flycatchers, Iswam out through the rushes and up the middleof the lake to the north end and back, glidingslowly, looking about me, enjoying the sceneryas I would in a saunter along the shore, andstudying the habits of the animals as they wereexplained and recorded on the smooth glassywater. On the way back, when I was within a hun-dred rods or so of the end of my voyage, Inoticed a peculiar plashing disturbance thatcould not, I thought, be made by a jumpingfish or any other inhabitant of the lake; for in-stead of low regular out-circling ripples such asare made by the popping up of a head, or likethose raised by the quick splash of a leaping [ 132 ].
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