. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . er stake, a Bluebird on another, and a VesperBird on a stone, each added his appeal to eye andear, till Sam exclaimed: Oh, aint that awful nice? and Yan was dumbwith a sort of saddened joy. Birds hate the wind, and this was one of thosebirdy days that come only with a dead calm. They passed a barn with two hundred pairs ofSwallows flying and twittering around, a cut bankof the road had a colony of 1,000 Sand Martins, astream had its rattling Kingfishers, and a
. Two little savages : being the adventures of two boys who lived as Indians and what they learned. With over three hundred drawings . er stake, a Bluebird on another, and a VesperBird on a stone, each added his appeal to eye andear, till Sam exclaimed: Oh, aint that awful nice? and Yan was dumbwith a sort of saddened joy. Birds hate the wind, and this was one of thosebirdy days that come only with a dead calm. They passed a barn with two hundred pairs ofSwallows flying and twittering around, a cut bankof the road had a colony of 1,000 Sand Martins, astream had its rattling Kingfishers, and a marshwas the playground of a multitude of Red-wingedBlackbirds. Yan was lifted up with the joy of the naturalist atseeing so many beautiful living things. Sam felt it,too; he grew very silent, and the last half-mile to the Corner was passed without a word. The boots weregot. Sam swung them around his neck and the boysset out for home. The sun was gone, but not thebirds, and the spell of the evening was on them Song Sparrow by the brook and a Robin high in theElm were yet pouring out their liquid notes in thegloaming. 162. The Calm Evening; I wish I could be always here, said Yan, but hestarted a little when he remembered how unwilling hehad been to come. Thers was a long silence as they lingered on thedarkening road. Each was thinking hard. A loud, startling but soft Ohoo — O-hoo —O-hoooooo, like the coo of a giant dove, nowsounded about their heads in a tree. They stoppedand Sam whispered, Owl; big Hoot Owl. Yansheart leaped with pleasure. He had read all his life ofOwls, and even had seen them alive in cages, but thiswas the first time he had ever heard the famoushooting of the real live wild Owl, and it was adelicious experience. The night was quite dark now, but there wereplenty of sounds that told of life. A Whippoorwillwas chanting in the woods, a hundred Toads andFrogs creaked and trilled, a strange rolling, laughingcry on a marshy pond puzzled them both, the
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