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warbler breaks the brown monotony of 

 the rough bark as he glides up, down and 

 around it, and the aromatic fragrance of 

 the hemlock mingles with the gentler odor 

 of red maples and anemones and new 

 moss, the trout still spends his days near 

 the shelf of the boulder and watches for 

 the flies that the phcebe bird misses. 

 When he plunges out after them the timid 

 rabbit hops convulsively backward and 

 opens his great wondering eyes more 

 widely than ever, and the red squirrel 

 scurries up the hemlock trunk, scolding 

 and jerking his tail to give emphasis to 

 his remarks ; but nothing can the rabbit 

 and the squirrel see except a few circling 

 ripples chasing each other ashore. 



When the summer days come, the 

 cicada sounds his shrill call from the dead 

 limb overhead, the noise of clinking 

 scythes is borne from the hay-field to the 

 woods, and the hot breath of the brakes 

 almost smothers the asters on the bank as 

 they look longingly at their cool reflec- 

 tions in the brook. The surroundings 

 have changed, but the trout lies deep 



