Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

trees. If I could look at such a place with the eye & mind of a frog, I daresay I would go into ecstacies of joy. At any rate, the frogs had flourished well under such conditions; the place fairly reeked with tad-poles, while full grown frogs abounded in corresponding number. Their constant croaking arose small sides – a flash of the lantern would reveal three and four within easy reach.(HT)From a hunters standpoint it would have been a most successful trip – it was still early in the evening when we had secured three dozen frogs – had not our lantern failed us and gone out repeatedly at critical moments. Once it went out when we were in the middle of one of the ponds; Jim had exhausted his supply of matches and we were compelled to find our way to camp in the dark. It was finally concluded that the wisest policy would be to find our way to the road before the lamp refused to work altogether. It was well we did so for it was one o’clock when we arrived.(HT)No less successful was the excursion