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the brook is so moody, that it seems Hke 

 a living spirit. Where the shadows of 

 overhanging trees and bushes fall upon 

 it, its own face is clouded and sad, but 

 where the full sunlight falls, it gives 

 back the very smile of heaven. 



Then in anger, when swollen by rain, 

 it is majestically terrible — tossing, foam- 

 ing, and roaring. 



But the brookside was only one of the 

 many places where the boy learned of 

 nature and her wondrous ways. 



There were long tramps over the hills 

 to distant pasture-lands for berries during 

 the summer season. 



I have seen blueberry lots where the 

 wild bushes stood so near together, and 

 were so loaded with their fruit, that the 

 lot would look almost as blue as water at 

 a little distance. Then along the edge 

 of the woods among the pines, what 



