THE BOY AND THE BROOK
I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling.
I draw them all along and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
—Alfred Lord Tennyson,
The Brook.
[Original]
CONTENTS
[ III. THE TOWN-MEETING AT BLUE ROCK POOL ]
[ VII. AMONG THE NORTHERN PINES ]
[ XI. AMONG THE CUT-THROATS OF LAKE CHELAN ]
[ XII. CAMPING ON THE NEPIGON ]
[ XIII. IN A HOUSE-BOAT ON THE KOOTENAY ]
[ XV. IN THE ALGOMA WOODS—AND BEFORE ]
[ XVI. IN THE VALLEY OF THE DWYFOR ]
[ XVII. BOY LIFE IN THE OPEN ]
[ XVIII. THE BULLY OF THE UPPER OSWEGATCHIE ]