DOWN STREAM 



ing their feet all about the edge. 

 Crowding them into the water are the 

 great oaks and maples whose limbs 

 yearn above the pool till they shut out 

 the sun. Along one side the current 

 has cut deep to the rough rocks and 

 the water flows black and swift. On 

 the other the back-wash circles leisurely 

 and the bottom shallows to a bank of 

 sand where the sunfish build their nests 

 and the fresh- water clams burrow and 

 put up suppliant mouths to the food- 

 bearing current. Inshore it lifts to a 

 sand bar, where you may stand and 

 swing your pole without interference 

 from the surrounding trees. 



All day long the brook sings itself to 

 sleep as it slips down the slide into the 

 slumberous depths of the pool. All day 

 long the vivid green dragon-flies flutter 

 by with vivid black wings to bring 

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