They tell of the race of little ones who dance in the springs, only to be frightened away by the giant Indian in the stone canoe. Well, I came upon some of their little, little ones and spent some time with them, as they tried to teach me their ways, how they can silently glide along the surface of the spring, not making a ripple. Then lo, this rock boat splashed and they were gone.
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