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gradually growing deeper, leading straight toward the west. Its 

 steep rocky sides are covered with large trees while ferns, moss and 

 wintergreen grow along the edges. Dead trees have fallen across it 

 and a great old sycamore rises from the seemingly insecure base of 

 a small island. Underbrush and debris make this part of the brook 

 look rather wild, and it now excitedly sings its loudest song as if to 

 tell the lake of its coming. Soon the gorge widens, growing more 

 shallow, and the brook slips out into the sunlight again. The 

 banks become widened the brook more shallow and the bottom 

 more sandy. Soon it takes its last winding curve, looking back 

 toward the gorge which it has left, and sinks gently down among the 

 willows and coarse grasses of Ren wick marsh. 



The waters of the marsh enfold the little traveler and the brook 

 is lost to view. Now it oozes through a swamp far different from 

 the one in which it had its source. After its waters have been 

 scattered and spread in all directions they are carried into the lake 

 along with countless other waters. There the lake holds them as 

 they still sparkle and dance, remembering their journey of miles 

 down five hundred feet from the Crown Swamp, far in the east. 



The Class Studying Hermit Thrush Brook where it traverses a pasture. 



