whe-e-ep

Updated: May 16, 2025

I sat there all the afternoon, not even unhitching my teams, listening as the afternoon drew on toward night, to the bitterns crying "plum pudd'n'" from the marsh, to the queer calls of the water-rail, and to the long-drawn "whe-e-ep whe-e-e-ew!" of the curlews, as they alighted on the prairie and stretched their wings up over their backs.

Herbert Quick - Vandemark's Folly