made the water turn a small wheel for 

 his amusement. This was a most inter- 

 esting bit of machinery, and it lasted 

 until the heavy fall rains, when the dam 

 was swept away, and the water-wheel 

 and the long spout that had conducted 

 water to it went down-stream. 



The following year the boy's father 

 took him to a distant deep hole and 

 taught him to swim. Diving and swim- 

 ming upon his back were accomplish- 

 ments that he also learned, and after that 

 the water had still more attraction for 

 him, for he was then no longer afraid of 

 it, where it ran deep and swift, as he had 

 been before. 



A brook always seems to the nature 

 lover like a living, moving thing. He 

 loves to dabble his hand in it, and feel 

 the rush of its current. Its touch is so 

 soft, and its caress so refreshing. Then 



