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Hallam Hawksworth The Strange Adventures of a Pebble

And, like pebbles and other little people, rivers love to play in the rain. My! What a time! In a storm, with a gray flood pouring from the sky, you hear, mingled with the voice of wind and rain, the swash and gurgle of the eddies as the river goes along in its dance, wild with the joy of it all. In a mountain stream during a heavy rain, with wind, you can also hear the waves dashing against the rocks along the shore or in the stream, and the smothered, bumping, rumbling made by the boulders on the bottom knocking against each other.
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Hallam Hawksworth The Strange Adventures of a Pebble

If we really had spent the month of August in a desert what a relief it would be to find ourselves, as we do now at the very beginning of the golden autumn time, in the lands of the lakes with their cool, fresh breezes, the whisper of leaves and the glint of waters dancing in the sun. The best of it is that the deserts are just as delightful as the lands of pleasant waters, if you only visit them in imagination as we have been doing; and they make the lakes all the more attractive by way of contrast.
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Hallam Hawksworth The Strange Adventures of a Pebble

Now, however, nobody doubts that the big things are done by the little people, working together over long periods of time; little snowflakes, little rain-drops, little cells in plants. As a result, the Alps, so far as the expression of their faces is concerned, are as little like the Alps of the past as the face of the old farm of to-day is like the farm of those ancient yesterdays, when the brontosaurus browsed where old Dobbin is nipping the meadow grass and the mammoth ate the leaves of trees that stood where White Face is thoughtfully chewing her cud in the shade.
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