Article July 26, 1900 Issue

"Books in the Running Brooks."

BY EMMA C. SHIPMAN.

Among the many brooks which flow into one of the larger rivers in the White Mountains is one which I watched for several summers.

When the water was high in the little brook it made a very pleasing picture, gurgling gleefully over the shining stones and flowing swiftly out into the river, carrying off its own debris and also much from the larger stream that was inclined to pile up near its outlet.

After the hot summer sun had melted all the snow from the mountain peaks and dried up the rivulets that fed the little brook, it presented a different picture. Not only was it unable to get rid of its own debris, but that from the river would be borne in upon it till one could hardly see its waters and the former happy brooklet was an unsightly and almost stagnant pool.

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