ho-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Updated: May 17, 2025

It was now eleven. He was due at the canoe by midnight. He made for the place as fast as he could go, which, on such a night, was slow, but guided by occasional glimpses of the stars he reached the lake, and pausing a furlong from the landing, he gave the rolling, quivering loon call: Ho-o-o-o-ooo-o Ho-o-o-o-ooo-o. Hooo-ooo. After ten seconds the answer came: Ho-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Hoo-ooo.

Ernest Thompson Seton - Rolf in the Woods