Just beyond where Sammy
was sitting was a pile of brush in the water. A Jolly Little Sunbeam,
dancing down through the tree tops, touched something under the
edge of the brush, and Sammy's sharp eyes caught a flash of green.
Idly he watched it, and presently it moved. Instantly Sammy was
all curiosity. He flew over where he could see better.
"Now what can that be?" thought Sammy, as he peered down at the
pile of brush and tried to see under it.
XVII
MR. QUACK IS FOUND AT LAST
Sammy Jay's eyes sparkled as he watched that spot of green under the
pile of brush in the swamp through which the Laughing Brook finds
its way to join the Big River. All around was water, for you know
it was spring, and the melting snows on the hills way up where the
Big River has its beginning were pouring more water into the Big
River than its banks would hold as it hurried down to the Great
Ocean. It just couldn't hurry fast enough to take all that water
down as fast as it ran into the Big River, and so the water had
crept over the banks in places. It had done this right here in the
little swamp where Sammy was.
Sammy sat perfectly still, for he learned long ago that only by
keeping perfectly still may one see all that is to be seen. That
green spot had moved. He was sure of that. And if it moved, it
must be something alive. If it were alive, it must be somebody,
and Sammy wanted to know who it was. Try as he would he couldn't
remember any one who wore such glossy green as that.
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