Tall bulrushes stood around the margins of the largest ponds, and water-lilies blossomed on the surface during the summer. The bass and the treble of the spring chorus were made by frogs and toads and little hylas, all of which resorted to the ponds to lay their eggs, in coiled ropes or spongy masses, according to their various family traditions. On many a spring night my zoölogy class and I have visited the squashy margins of these ponds, and, by the light of a lantern, seen singing toads and frogs sitting on bare hummocks of grass roots that stood above the water-line. The throat of each musician was puffed out into a bag about the size and shape of a small hen's egg; and all were singing for dear life, and making a din that was almost ear-splitting at close range. So great was the self-absorption of these singers that we could approach them, daze them with the light of the lantern, and capture any number of them with our long-handled nets before they noticed us. But it was not easy to persuade them to sing in captivity, no matter how many of the comforts of home we provided in the school aquariums. So, after some very interesting nature studies, we always carried them back and liberated them, where they could rejoin their kinsfolk and neighbours. It was when we were scraping the mud from our rubber boots that we realized the character of the bottoms of our prairie ponds. The slimy black deposit was made partly of the clay bottom, but largely of decaying roots and tops of water plants of various kinds. Whenever it rained or the wind blew hard, the bottom was stirred enough to make the water muddy; and on the quietest days a pail of pond water had a tinge of brown because there were always decaying leaves and other rubbish to stain its purity. The farmers drained the ponds as fast as they were able, carrying the water, by open ditches first, and later by underground tile drains, to lower levels. Finally these trunk drain pipes discharged the water into streams or lakes. To-day a large proportion of the pond areas of Iowa has disappeared; the hollow tile of terra-cotta has been the most efficient means of converting the waste land, covered by ponds, into fertile fields.