It had the shape of a shallow bag, and was fixed to a stout wire ring. This ring was fastened to a walking-stick with a piece of strong string.
On the table there were three wide glass jars, each with a piece of cord tied round the neck to serve as a handle.
“Now,” said Uncle George, as he finished tying the net to the stick, “now we are all ready for a visit to that pond of yours.”
Pond-Net and Glass Jars.
The pond was about half a mile away, in the corner of a field near a wood. A small stream ran out of it, and joined a larger one a short distance away. The last time the boys had seen this pond it was covered with ice, and they had a merry time skating upon it. When they reached it on this afternoon, it looked quite different. The grass around its banks was fresh and green, and rushes were peeping up through the water.
“Listen!” said Uncle George.
“Croak, croak, cr-roak” came from beyond the rushes, while here and there a little head would bob up and down in the water.
Frog and Spawn in Water.