. John Burroughs, boy and man . ird, he decided that it was a her-mit thrush. He had it for keeps in eye and memorylong before he knew its name. THE BOY AND THE ELFIN PIPER In the bright March days of the spring when our lad waseight years old he grew very curious as to what it wasmaking those shrill cheery sounds in the swampy bird is it wetting its whistle down in the bog, hewondered. He asked everybody around, but as no onecould tell him, decided to find out for himself. One evening while it was yet light, going to the rushesalone and creeping in among them, he scrooched down an
. John Burroughs, boy and man . ird, he decided that it was a her-mit thrush. He had it for keeps in eye and memorylong before he knew its name. THE BOY AND THE ELFIN PIPER In the bright March days of the spring when our lad waseight years old he grew very curious as to what it wasmaking those shrill cheery sounds in the swampy bird is it wetting its whistle down in the bog, hewondered. He asked everybody around, but as no onecould tell him, decided to find out for himself. One evening while it was yet light, going to the rushesalone and creeping in among them, he scrooched down andstayed there a long time, as still as a mouse. Soon a tiny, yellowish-brown, mottled frog, less thanan inch long, with pointed nose and bulging eyes, climbedthe bulrush, hand over hand, as a sailor climbs a mast. John held his breath. He was afraid the little creaturewould hear his heart thumping and jump out of lo! the bag-pipe that the midget carries under hischin swelled up as though it would burst and Phee, phee,.
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