BEOWN WATEES 



brave fellow made a compelling rush for 

 the pool, you following in such a com- 

 motion of fish and boy that you were 

 reproved for conduct unbecoming a 

 fisherman. The reproof was worse than 

 the ducking, but its bitterness was tem- 

 pered by the knowledge that the fish was 

 your sure prize did you but lie upon it 

 till life was extinct. 



Another mountain brook of the bait 

 fishing days has a short and merry life. 

 The sea awaits it eighteen hundred feet 

 below, and but ten miles from its birth- 

 place : so does it hasten to the meeting. 

 In three leaps, one after other, the 

 white water falls two hundred feet to 

 dark pools, where the masses of eddying 

 froth look like that unfilling pudding 

 confected of white of egg and apples 

 and air. At the first plunge a pot has 

 been hollowed out in the granite with 

 high sheer sides, unbroken save at the 

 narrow gateway where the stream 

 passes out to the next descent. 



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