first sight is just as wonderful as tho he were the original discoverer. The glimmer of the lake was suddenly increased. I seemed transported to some far north country, such as I used to dream of when I was a boy, but never experienced. Not long after this, two great blue herons flew up with their heavy floppy flight, seeming incredibly large, adding to my sense of elation.
     There were many more twists and tiny bays or lagoons as I went on, than were apparent from a distance - in other words, the length of my stroll increased with each turn, and I was carried more & more out of what I first imagined my course would be. The woods gradually became denser and closer to the water as I proceeded, its dark mysterious depths inviting to future exploration. I kept wondering how near I could get to the ducks before they would sense my approach and become alarmed. When that moment came I was unprepared for it, however. A muffled roar, like that of distant rapids tumbling over rocks came across the water - and I looked, but not quickly enough. They were already in the air, their wings flashing with a myriad highlights; and their mouths emitting a strange medley of rapid cries - sight & sound inextricably interwoven. They did not sound so much like ducks, as I was accustomed to think of them, judging from the notes that drift down from