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Updated: May 12, 2025
It fills one with sentiment and a tender longing, this voice of the tree-toad. Man is a strange being. Deaf to the prayers of friends, to the sermons and warnings of the church, to the calls of duty, to the pleadings of his better nature, he is touched by the tree-toad. The signs of the spring multiply.
A certain harmless singer of the cricket or perhaps of the tree-toad variety used to chirp his innocent note a short distance from our cabin. For all I know he had done so from the moment of our installation, but I had never noticed him before. Now I caught myself listening for his irregular recurrence with every nerve on the quiver.
I like the country in the daytime all right, but at night, especially these moony ones, Well, I don't know as I'll ever get used to 'em." "How absurd, Torchy!" says Vee. "Makes things look so kind of spooky," I goes on. "All them shadows. How do you know what's behind 'em? And so many queer noises. There! Listen to that!" "Silly!" says she. "That's a tree-toad. I hope you aren't afraid of that."
There are some very pleasant neighbors at the next cottage one young girl among them." "This is splendid," Tavia said. "We can invent new games here. I think 'tree-toad' would be a novelty." Presently the luggage was taken in by the man, while the girls followed Mrs. White up the broad staircase to their rooms.
It'll be worse than a tree-toad an' you know what a tree-toad is, Mrs. Lathrop, I declare to goodness if Elijah acts like a tree-toad he'll drive me stark, ravin' mad." "Ca " suggested Mrs. Lathrop. "I don't see how I can," said Miss Clegg, dubiously. "I shall do my best, but, oh my, a young man as is a editor an' has red hair an' a flute is awful uncertain to count on.
He reposed himself for some time on the trunk of a fallen hemlock, listening to the boding cry of the tree-toad, and delving with his walking-staff into a mound of black mould at his feet. As he turned up the soil unconsciously, his staff struck against something hard. He raked it out of the vegetable mould, and lo! a cloven skull with an Indian tomahawk buried deep in it, lay before him.
The most interesting and the most shy and withdrawn of all our frogs and toads is the tree-toad, the creature that, from the old apple or cherry tree, or red cedar, announces the approach of rain, and baffles your every effort to see or discover it.
It fills one with sentiment and a tender longing, this voice of the tree-toad. Man is a strange being. Deaf to the prayers of friends, to the sermons and warnings of the church, to the calls of duty, to the pleadings of his better nature, he is touched by the tree-toad. The signs of the spring multiply.
"Goodness gracious! Where do you keep coming from?" "The surroundings." "But do tell, do you hop out into the world just so, without knowing where you mean to land?" "Of course. Why not? Can you read the future? No one can. Only the tree-toad, but he never tells." "The things you know! Wonderful, simply wonderful! Do you understand the language of human beings?"
But further comments were cut short as I came out, jumped in, and we drove back to a good supper by candle-light. The stars were shining over head, the air was clear and crisp, down in the valley of Lebanon the mist was falling, and it was cool that night. Lulled by the monotonous song of the tree-toad and the deep bass croaking of frogs by the distant stream, we fell asleep.
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