. Wild animals I have known : and 200 drawings . is magic in running water. Who doesnot know it and feel it? The railroad builderfearlessly throws his bank across the wide bog orlake, or the sea itself, but the tiniest rill of run-ning water he treats with great respect, studiesits wish and its way and gives it all it seems toask. The thirst-parched traveller in the poi-sonous alkali deserts holds back in deadly fearfrom the sedgy ponds till he finds one downwhose centre is a thin, clear line, and a faintflow, the sign of running, living water, and joy-fully he drinks. There is magic in runnin
. Wild animals I have known : and 200 drawings . is magic in running water. Who doesnot know it and feel it? The railroad builderfearlessly throws his bank across the wide bog orlake, or the sea itself, but the tiniest rill of run-ning water he treats with great respect, studiesits wish and its way and gives it all it seems toask. The thirst-parched traveller in the poi-sonous alkali deserts holds back in deadly fearfrom the sedgy ponds till he finds one downwhose centre is a thin, clear line, and a faintflow, the sign of running, living water, and joy-fully he drinks. There is magic in running water, no evilspell can cross it. Tarn OShanter proved itspotency in time of sorest need. The wild-woodcreature with its deadly foe following tireless onthe trail scent, realizes its nearing doom andfeels an awful spell. Its strength is spent, itsevery trick is tried in vain till its good angelleads it to the water, the running, living water,and dashing in it follows the cooling stream,and then with force renewed takes to the woodsagain. 116. Rajr Followed the Snow-white Beacon. Raggylug There is magic in running water. Thehounds come to the very spot and halt and castabout ; and halt and cast in vain. Their spellis broken by the merry stream, and the wildthing lives its life. And this was one of the great secrets thatRaggylug learned from his mother— after theBrierrose, the Water is your friend. One hot, muggy night in August, Molly ledRag through the woods. The cotton-whitecushion she wore under her tail twinkled aheadand was his guiding lantern, though it went outas soon as she stopped and sat on it. After afew runs and stops to listen, they came to theedge of the pond. The hylas in the trees abovethem were singing sleep, sleep, and away outon a sunken log in the deep water, up to hischin in the cooling bath, a bloated bullfrog wassinging the praises of a jug o1 rum. Follow me still, said Molly, in rabbit,and flop she went into the pond and struckout for the sunken log i
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