And now the stream suddenly spreads out widely. It is a little lake! No, it is only a mill-pond.
Let us walk around and come out in front of the mill.
How the stream has diminished again!
As it comes out of the mill-race and joins itself to that portion which flows over the dam, it is a considerable creek, to be sure, but it looks very small compared to the mill-pond. But what it wants in size it makes up in speed, like some little Morgan horses you may have seen, and it goes rushing along quite rapidly again. Here, now, is a splendid chance to catch a chub.
