RACOON CEEEK 



Into the wode to her the briddes sing. 



OVER the creek, and clearing it by a little, 

 hung a snow-wliite, stirless mist, its under 

 surface even and parallel with the face of the 

 water, its upper surface peaked and billowed half- 

 way to tlie tops of the shore-skirting trees. 



As I dipped along, my head was enveloped in 

 the cloud ; but bending over the skiff, I could see 

 far up the stream between a mist-ceiling and a 

 water-floor, as through a long, low room. How 

 deep and dark seemed the water! And the 

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