"this merry little river, whose sparkling waters often demurely purl over golden sands..."Scenes Beyond the Western Border, Southern Literary Messenger 18 (August 1852), 506; and
Scenes and Adventures in the Army
Down each of these little valleys flows a clear stream, here and there assuming the form of a slender cascade, then stealing invisibly along until it bursts upon the sight again in larger and more noisy waterfalls, and at last demurely wanders along to the sea. (Typee)
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