Only babies cried.

I could hear Mr.Wright talking about Bucktails and Hunkers below stairs and I could hear the peepers down in the marsh.
Peepers and men who talked politics were alike to me those days.

They were beyond my understanding and generally put me to sleep--especially the peepers.

In my childhood the peepers were the bells of dream-land calling me to rest.

The sweet sound no sooner caught my ear than my thoughts began to steal away on tiptoe and in a moment the house of my brain was silent and deserted, and thereafter, for a time, only fairy feet came into it.