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first thing to be thought of. I have often thought, could we 
catch the scent of a deer borne upon the breeze like the 
hound, it would be a power in the way of still hunting. Do I 
hear another remark that I must be a deer pig? Oh no 
indeed, for there are times I could sell myself wonderfully 
cheap. ‘*No more cow lilies please.” 
After travelling quite a piece along upon the ridge, I start 
away obliquely toward the stream again, and soon come to 
one of those small brooks, so clear and cool, it does one’s heart 
good to gaze upon it; and how it cheers one up if a little 
strayed perhaps, and almost choking for a drink, to catch the 
sounds of its first low murmurs upon the breeze. You stop, 
eagerly listen, and now are fully convinced that ’tis the merry 
brooklet just on ahead, calling to you in its low, melodious 
tones, and soon liquid and clear it sounds to you, and keeps 
calling, saying, come, come, come; here I am and pleased 
to see you; pretty, laughing water Iam always called. Come 
and court me ;I am not false hearted, and cax never give you 
cause to hate me though you love me; and I am always blithe 
and gay, running, leaping, waltzing, dancing, singing through 
the woodland. 
Many lovers have I, which never pass me by, 
But stop to kiss me as they go, and laughing on again I flow. 
But, oh! the cruel choppers, they are cutting. Always 
cutting down my pretty trees, which I so love and so much 
depend upon; and can you believe me, kneel down and kiss 
me, while I murmur low, for I can only whisper this: 
‘* Those fat fellows, the lumbermen, often dam me.” 
Yet while I may, I will be gay, 
Laugh and sing while on my way. 
True to the trout, true to the deer, 
And all my lovers that visit me here. 
