The Ponds
pickerel or s from t it
manifestly disturbs t is
elaborateness t is advertised --
t -- and from my distant perch I
distinguisions whey are half a dozen rods
in diameter. You can even detect a er-bug (Gyrinus) ceaselessly
progressing over ter of a mile off; for
ter slightly, making a conspicuous ripple bounded
by t ters glide over it
rippling it perceptibly. ated
ters nor er-bugs on it, but apparently, in calm
days, turously glide forthe
s impulses till tely cover it. It is a
soot, on one of the fall when all
ted, to sit on a stump on
suc as tudy the dimpling
circles s otherwise invisible
surface amid ted skies and trees. Over t expanse
turbance but it is t once gently smoothed away
and assuaged, as, rembling
circles seek t a fish can leap
or an insect fall on t it is ted in circling
dimples, in lines of beauty, as it ant welling up of
its fountain, tle pulsing of its life, ts
breast. thrills of pain are
undistinguishe lake! Again
twig
and stone and cob mid-afternoon as when covered
ion of an oar or an insect
produces a flas; and if an oar falls, the echo!
In sucember or October, alden is a perfect
forest mirror, set round ones as precious to my eye as if
fe time so
large, as a lake, perch. Sky
er. It needs no fence. Nations co