The Story of Willow Brook 69 



current was too swift and had sought another 

 stream. 



" Finally after about u week, I had filled 

 the dam full to the top and I knew that my 

 liberty was near ^t har/d. So one morning 

 without as much as saying, by your leave, I 

 tumbled over the dam with a great roar, and 

 went laughing on my way. 



" How glad the pools and the meadows 

 below were to see me. They had thought I 

 had lost my way, and were nearly dried up 

 with grief. The meadows had lost their 

 greenness and freshness, and many of the 

 shallow pools wer nearly dry. The fish had 

 fared hard, and some of my choice clumps of 

 lily-pads were dead. But everything took on 

 a new beauty when I appeared and this 

 helped me to realize how important I was 

 after all. But not all of my water escaped 

 over the top of the dam, for man had fash- 

 ioned a long dark tunnel underground and 

 part of my flow went through that. 



" At the end of this tunnel was a queer 

 round box, into which I rushed, making it go 



