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In writing to 
see the clear little pool, lined with 
its clean, white stones from the shore; 
could imagine the glint of the sun 
shining through the-~ foliage of the 
trees upon it. 
must remain. The water must be 
kept sweet, cool, and crystal-clear. 
What an ideal place the top of that 
moss-covered rock would make_ to 
spend an idle hour gazing out onto 
the water through the trees or, per- 
haps, reading one of my favorite 
books. 
The vision was compelling, and 
from my dreams I suddenly awoke and 
sent my axe down into the cedar 
trunk. The axe was sharp and would 
do the work. I could get the saw later. 
What was a little extra labor to me. 
Steadily and with sweat I cut out the 
section of trunk I wanted, and when 
I had finished I was mighty proud of 
the job, I can tell you. The end cuts 
were straight through the _ trunk’s 
diameter, not as clean as a saw-cut 
to be sure, but nearly so; and on 
measuring the log I found a difference 
of less than an inch in the length on 
either side. 

HAT an immense satisfaction 
comes to a man when he has 
done a good job with tools not espe- 
cially designed for the purpose,—much 
more satisfaction than if the proper 
tools had been to hand. This comes, 
I think, from the delight every male, 
red-blooded, gets out of overcoming 
obstacles. I think I spent more time 
admiring that short length of cedar 
trunk than the job warranted. A pro- 
fessional woodsman might possibly 
have thought nothing of it,—might 
even have found fault. 
With a thin, broad wedge I now 
split the log into “shakes” about a 
quarter of an inch thick. The log 
split beautifully, in fine, regular 
“slices.” These I carried down to the 
spring and drove in around the well 
or cistern, driving them in. obliquely 
so that the top would flare. Then, 
very carefully, I piled the neatest and 
cleanest stones to be found on the 
pebbly strip of beach that lay just 
at the foot of the bank. I arranged 
them resting securely against the 
cedar strips. Then, outside the shakes 
I piled back some of the dirt I had 
removed, and over this I planted grass 
sod taken up from near my tent. 
It was a neat-appearing job, and I 
awaited anxiously for the well to fill, 
(overflow and clear itself, which it did 
quite rapidly. 
Then I knelt and dipped my face in 
the cool pool, my eyes open and look- 
ing into the pebble-lined depths. And 
I doubt whether the children of Israel 
in the wilderness could have enjoyed 
the water which gushed from the 
rock struck by Moses more than did I 

Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. 
The trees, I resolved, | 
the clear, cool water, with a barely 
perceptible taste of cedar, that gushed 
from my rock-spring on the bank-side 
in that far-western forest. 
HUD! thud! thud! Again the 
sound of that mysterious axe- 
man! 
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But no. I swallowed hard. The 
sound this time comes from the door 
of my New York room, upon which 
my landlady is knocking. She is anx- 
ious to find out, she says, whether I 
have gone to bed and left the electric 
light burning. Other of her roomers 
have done it, and her electric bills are 
large enough, goodness knows, with- 
out her roomers burning their lights 
all night. I look at my watch. It 
is past midnight, but I have spent a 
very happy time—dreaming back. 

The Bride of the Whirlpool 
(Continued from page 72) 
his heart he uttered the war whoop of 
his tribe and together they plunged 
over the fall into the Whirlpool below. 
Yet always the Spirit of Floating 
Cloud walks and beckons in the mists, 
and is called by my people, ‘the Bride 
of the Whirlpool” and Oh Magisha, 
oh Sure One, my Brother, it may be 
well for you but none of our people 
dare go near. For if they see her 
spirit beckoning or hear her wild song 
come over the water, they are drawn 
by the power of her magic to their 
death. It is the punishment on my 
people and the Spirit of Floating Cloud 
takes toll for her father’s sin. 
“And now, hear me, oh White 
Brother. I myself, when a young man, 
saw the Spirit of Floating Cloud in 
the morning mist by the black rock 
above the Whirlpool, and she beckoned 
to me with her arms, and her spirit 
called to my spirit and I heard her 
song and would have yielded to the 
Call and gone, but my strength de- 
parted and I fell down as dead; and 
when I awoke, I turned my back upon 
the river and ran with fear in my 
heart, till I came to my own people; and 
I, Black Eagle, am the only one of all 
my people who has seen the Spirit and 
returned.” 
The old man rose with difficulty, 
knocked the ashes from his pipe, and 
without word of farewell, vanished in 
the darkness. 
(To be continued) 

It will identify you. 
