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It took a great deal of looking and listening to convince her that it was harmless, and that I was not hiding near in the grass. Once convinced, however, she would come direct to the nest; and I had the satisfaction at last of watching a loon at close quarters.
Often, when Gavia and her mate were resting there or farther up the lake, some other loon would fly over; and then Father Loon would throw his head way forward and give another sort of song. "Oh-a-lee'!" he would begin, with his bill wide open; and then, nearly closing his mouth, he would sing, "Cleo´-pe´´-a-rit´." The "Oh" starts low and then rises in a long, drawn way.
For her head and neck were now a beautiful green, and she wore two white striped collars, while the back of her feather coat was neatly checked off with little white squarish spots. Father Loon wore the same style that she did. Summer and winter, they dressed alike.
"I'm afraid he won't find me at home," said Violet sweetly. "I am going out to Loon Lake with Mr. Spencer." Mrs. Hill flounced off to bed in a pet. She was disgusted with everything, she declared to the Major. Things had been going so nicely, and now they were all muddled. "Isn't Madison coming up to time?" queried the Major sleepily. "Madison! It's Violet. She is behaving abominably.
The grizzled Warrior rose to an equal Altitude by remarking that if the dag-goned Loon had to do it for a Living, he'd think it was Work. Mr. Pallzey had heard of the new Diversion for the Idle Rich, just as people out in the Country hear of Milk-Sickness or falling Meteors, both well authenticated but never encountered.
With his long neck stretched far out in front, his wings pressed tightly against his sides, and his legs and feet working as if they went by steam, he shot through the water like a submarine torpedo-boat. "The Herdsman of the Deep," the Scottish Highlanders used to say, when in winter a loon came to visit their lochs and fiords.
But as soon as the two men were alone for the night, Follett turned to him, almost fiercely. "Say, now, what did that old goat-whiskered loon mean by his hintings about Prudence?" The little man was troubled. "Well, the fact is, Brigham has meant to marry her." "You don't mean you'd have let him? Say, I'd hate to feel sorry for holding off on you like I have!" "No, no, don't think that of me."
"Wal, he come along, an' said it was the worst case of collapse, whatever that means, that he ever see her lips an' hands an' chin all a-tremblin', an' flighty as a loon.
It seems some Indians carried me away, and nursed me back to health, but for weeks I was wild as a loon. They searched the coast, but found nothing, and I concluded you were at the bottom of the sea. Then I got a passage to Pisco in a coasting brig, and from there made my way overland to Callao." "Where you heard I was alive?"
"I thought we went to Little Bear in a perfectly straight line. Miss Eleanor didn't say anything about changing direction." "Well, there's the sign, Bessie. If we keep straight on it says that we'll come to Loon Pond. We turn off to the right here to get to Little Bear." "Well, I guess the sign must be right. But it certainly seems funny. I hope there isn't any mistake." "Mistake!
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