BROWN WATERS 



of mountain-peak and cloud, but she 

 who sat, head in hands, making part of 

 it all has gone to the far folk, and one 

 more gentle ghost fills a place by the 

 camp-fire where they sit who have lived. 



When the sparks go up what songs 

 and stories do the trees crowd closer to 

 hear ! What debate on old themes ever 

 new ! From the habits of fish, their dis- 

 positions anadromous or katadromous, 

 one slips easily to the destiny of our 

 race, for who knoweth the spirit of man 

 that goeth upward, and the spirit of the 

 beast that goeth downward to the earth? 

 "Of providence, foreknowledge, will, 

 and fate ; 



Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge 

 absolute." 



Strike in where you will and thresh 

 away till the red logs fall asunder, and 

 someone, rolling into his blanket, gives 

 the signal to knock out pipes and take a 

 last drink from the pail. 



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