. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. on guard I will speak of "environment" nextâlest I do, let me hasten on, tightening my belt for speed); and in consequence their goings are a series of sweet lawlessnesses. A bright stream in Syria was named Meander, and from its multitudinous wanderings we keep the word â â meander" to mean a journey in winding ways. The reason why every stream is beautiful is because every stream is bent on meandering. Lovers can not keep to a sidewalk. They give scant attention to direc- tion. A stream is the same. I think it has no compass and does n
. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. on guard I will speak of "environment" nextâlest I do, let me hasten on, tightening my belt for speed); and in consequence their goings are a series of sweet lawlessnesses. A bright stream in Syria was named Meander, and from its multitudinous wanderings we keep the word â â meander" to mean a journey in winding ways. The reason why every stream is beautiful is because every stream is bent on meandering. Lovers can not keep to a sidewalk. They give scant attention to direc- tion. A stream is the same. I think it has no compass and does not know it can steer by the pole star. 1 rejoice in its ignorance. 1 am right glad it has no theodolite and chain, but has a sweet unreasonableness and pouting self-will and strict inattention to rules and advicesâthe stream " doeth whatsoever it ; Who but God taught the waters this quaint unreasonableness? Every step the stream takes is a deviation. Being in no hurry it may be as leisurely as a summer afternoon. Streams are in no sweaty haste, but with blunt Walt Whitman, may loaf and invite their soul; and so it happens that they will spend a half day in your field when they might get beyond it in a jiffy. I love their loitering. The streams go nosing around, digging under banks, stop- ping to demolish a sandbar, then waiting to build a sandbar, putting a curve on everything as a rainbow does, building little peninsulas where a wild flower may root, laving the roots a sycamore has inadvertently thrust too near the stream, dawdling around in pools, chasing its own bubbles as a kitten runs after its own tail (poor silly), making froth at the edge of some root which has with temerity walked out across the stream, pouring down its little world of waters from a play-ledge of rocks, and so has dug a little hollow where the waters stay when the stream runs dry, running around and building an island so they may study 143. THROUGH LONG GRASSES. Please note that thes
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