This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 Excerpt: ...birds down along the river. Back on the hills there is little water till you come to the Cascade range, and no doubt many of the insects, also, are drawn toward the stream. Even the rabbits are, for that matter. Before supper I went out along the road between the river-bank woods and the canon hills, and there I met a ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 Excerpt: ...birds down along the river. Back on the hills there is little water till you come to the Cascade range, and no doubt many of the insects, also, are drawn toward the stream. Even the rabbits are, for that matter. Before supper I went out along the road between the river-bank woods and the canon hills, and there I met a large jackrabbit coming toward me. He didn't see me, however, though I don't know how he could have helped it, till he was within fifty feet. Then he started, stared, looked intensely ashamed of his carelessness, turned tail and bounded back along the road a bit, then took one long, easy spring into the woods. Just where he had vanished into the woods I started, a moment later, three more jacks coming down as if to cross the road to the river. They scurried into the scrub, where I could glimpse them squatting, waiting for me to pass by. Farther on, I turned down to the stream again, hearing the noise of water roaring, and discovered that the river poured over a ledge, making a low, irregular waterfall. The stream here was split by an island, and that portion of the river on my side was much the smaller, not much larger, in fact, than a good-sized brook, flowing rather in a series of broken rapids than over a fall. I pushed through the dense willow scrub at this point, to see what I could find, and quite as if Nature were conspiring this day to show me the best she had, my eye was attracted by a bird perched on a rock in midstream a little way above me. Grasping a willow branch, I leaned far forward to get a clear view, and watched, for it was the first chance I had ever enjoyed of observing a water ousel at work in a stream. It is a fascinating bird, not only because of its habits, --it nests in behind waterfalls, and its song is as liquid and ...
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