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If we thus teach the child to reach out into the world and build up 

 pictures of it thru his own knowledge and experience we shall have 

 accomplished for him a very great thing. We shall have impressed 

 upon him that every step he takes he is putting his little foot down 

 in the midst of geography and that whatever else he leaves behind 

 him he can never, living on this earth, get away from geography. 

 No longer will the world be mapped for him with red, yellow and 

 green countries. No longer will rivers be mere wriggling black 

 lines on the map, no longer will lakes be merely blue irregular 

 spaces and no longer will mountains look to him like caterpillars 

 crawling over his map. A river will mean to him a stream with all 

 the life which it carries in its current or irrigates along its banks. 

 A mountain will mean towering heights covered with forests or 

 perhaps with snowflelds above them and he will comprehend more 

 or less correctly the life of the world thru his own little sectional 

 study of life and he will find a new interest in the study of his own 

 environment when he realizes that this whole great world is typified 

 in his own brook, pond, forest or pasture. 



Cascadilla 



William Prindle Alexander 



Time was Oh! stream when thou didst flow 

 Wildly through thy valley wending, 

 Emerald with silver blending 

 In forest pools of long ago. 

 Thy song alone remains the same 

 Romantic rippling of thy name, 

 Cascadilla. 



Thou the birch canoe hast borne 

 Where thy waters lave the sedges, 

 And the eagle sought the ledges 

 In the gorge that thou hast worn; 

 Gone the tribes that thou hast known, 

 They like wafted mist, have flown, 

 Cascadilla. 



Gone Cayuga brave and squaw 

 That planted maize thy course along, 

 Gone the Council, dance and song, 

 Feathered gear and panther claw, 

 Gone the hundred fires aglow, 

 That reddened thy nocturnal flow. 

 Cascadilla. 



