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"MAK' YOU S-SILENT! W'AT FOR YOU SPIK LAK DAT?" 150
IN CAMP 238
"CAN'T YOU SEE THE TIDE IS LEAVING YOU?" 252
A SCOUT OF TO-DAY
THE GREAT WOODS
"Well! this would be the very day for a long tramp up into the woods. Tooraloo! I feel just in the humor for that."
Colin Estey stretched his well-developed fourteen-year-old body among the tall feathery grasses of the broad salt-marsh whereon he lay, kicking his heels in the September sunshine, and gazed longingly off toward the grand expanse of New England woodland that bordered the marshes and, rising into tree-clad hills, stretched away much farther than the eye could reach in apparently illimitable majesty.
Yet though the unprobed mystery of the dense woods vexed him with the feeling of being immature and young--woodland distances look vaster at fourteen than at eighteen--it fascinated him, too, more than did any riddle of the salt-marshes or lunar enigma of the ebb and flow of tide in the silvery, brackish river formed by an arm of sea that coursed inland for many a mile to meet a freshwater stream near the town where Colin was born.
Any daring boy above the age of ten could learn pretty nearly all there was to know about that tidal river: of the mammal and fish wherewith it teemed, from the great harbor seal, once the despot of the river, to the tiny brit that frolicked in the eddies; and about the graceful bird-life that soared above its brackish current.
He could bathe, shrieking with excitement, as wild from delight as any young water-bird, in the foam of the rocky bar where fresh stream and salt stream met with a great crowing of waters and laughter of spray.
He could imitate the triple whistle, the shrill "Wheu! Wheu! Wheu!" of the greater yellow-legs so cleverly as to beguile that noisy bird, which is said to warn every other feathered thing within hearing, into forgetting its panic and alighting near him.
He could give the drawn-out, plaintive "Ter-lee-ee!" call of the black-breasted plover, and find the crude nest of the spotted sandpiper nestling beneath a tall clump of candle-grass.
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