NATIVE BROOKS. 145 



To the east of the Bohmaii mansion near Bohman's Point, there 

 is a little brook that flows through a sandy semi-pasture and wood- 

 land region. It is bordered in part by willows and old orchard trees 

 and the land has that unmistakable air of an ancient farming spot. 



On the high sand dune nearby, about which this brook bends in 

 bow fashion, the Indians lived in old time and their implements 

 and little heaps of flint chips, where the arrows were made, may 

 still be discovered. The spring, where they got water, is on the 

 hillside, though now filled up with sand and grass grown, but the 

 stones that formed its side mark the site and a tiny rill issues from 

 among them in very wet weather. 



They had an eye for beauty as evinced by the patterns on the 

 broken pieces of pottery lying about, and no doubt they thought the 

 warblers very gay, that congregate in Spring time about a moist 

 place near the brook. The warblers come every year, just the same, 

 but the Indians are gone, and probably in the big factory across the 

 Kill, with its thousands of employes, only one or two would recog- 

 nize their implements scattered among the other stones on the sand. 



There are many other brooks on the Island too small to be re- 

 corded on any map and known to but few, but it is with brooks as 

 when viewing a great estate, just as often the little gate-house as the 

 mansion on the hill, that leaves the most pleasing impression. 



Many a man remembers with affection the rill that turned his first 

 water wheel or maybe where the brook mint grew, and though en- 

 larged experience may show that it was a poor little stream indeed, 

 vet it is the one that brings the tears to his eyes. 



