A Day on the Outlet 7 
great faith in the survival of the fittest. 
Efensees im the restless current of the 
stream an analogy to the stream of life 
as it flows through the human soul. 
The rippling murmur of the stream, 
like the early years of life, is soon lost 
in the wider rush of the current as it 
sweeps onward like the rush of years, 
forming eddies and pools by the way- 
side, while stretches of smooth water, 
like the later years of life, pass almost 
unconsciously on to the ocean of etern- 
ity. His glancing eyes are quick to 
observe the changes in the sky overhead, 
and the cloud shadows on the water be- 
low. His delicate ear detects the first 
mutterings of the coming storm, in the 
soughing of the wind, ere the fierce 
thunderbolt is hurled from the hand of 
Jove. During boyhood rambles in the 
woods, in search of nuts and wild fruits, 
he learned to call each tree and shrub by 
name, and here recognizes them as they 
stand singly, or in groups, along the 
banks or hillsides, their leaf laden 
branches gracefully bending over the 
water, their images reflected in the 
wave. With botanically trained eye he 
scans the plants and wild flowers that 
blossom in shady nooks or sunny spots 
within his range of vision, quickly de- 
tecting a new or rare species; and sniffs 
eagerly for the delicious perfume wafted 
towards him from the tops of blooming 
crab apple or wild plum trees. The 
modest violet and open-eyed daisy 
bloom not in vain for him. 
Along the old line fence, 
Whose lichen-covered rails are gray with age, 
He sees the golden rod with kingly pride, 




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Above McLarney’s Bridge, Looking Southwest from East Shore. 
