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missionary among the heathen of Cherry Blos- 

 som land." 



Wondering if the ouzel's boulder had been 

 rolled away, or if the deep hole above it, where 

 the mill men caught trout, had been filled with 

 wash, I decided to go at once and see, and then 

 return for a final look about the forks. Yes, the 

 boulder was missing, apparently buried, for the 

 hole was earth-filled and the trout gone. So it 

 was evident that forests were helpful even to the 

 fish in the streams. I took off my hat to the 

 trees and started back to the junction. On the 

 way I resolved to tell the men in the mill that a 

 tree is the most useful thing that grows, and 

 that floods may be checked by forests. 



The storm was over and the clouds were re- 

 treating. On a fallen log that lay across the 

 main stream I lingered and watched the dark 

 and white waters mingle. The white stream was 

 slowly rising, while the dark one was rapidly 

 falling. In a few days the one from the barren 

 slopes would be hardly alive, while the other 

 from among the trees would be singing a song 

 full of strength as it swept on toward the sea. 



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