CHICAGO AND NEW YORK:
Rand, McNally & Company, Publishers
Terrapin River flows through the northern part of Arkansas. It is asmall stream, winding its way among hills, which here with gracefulslope, and there with rugged brows, overlook the smooth and glidingwater. The water, when the current is not swollen, is so clear that thestream suggests the blended flow of countless dewdrops. The brooks thatflow into Terrapin River seem to float down sun-beams, gathered in thehill-tops. Up the "hollow," the cow-bell's mellow clang floats awayin slowly dying echo. The spring frog struggles through a miniatureforest of rank ferns; the dew that has gathered on the rugged cliffs,trickles[Pg 6] slowly down at the rising sun's command, like tears flowingalong the wrinkles of a time-worn face. The soft air plays in gentlehide-and-seek, and the wild rose, leaning over, bathes its blushingface in the mirroring stream.
The country through which Upper Terrapin River flows is slow o