[Erema by R. D. Blackmore]@TWC D-Link bookErema CHAPTER XLIII 5/15
But luckily things had been done so well that boys were now in their least injurious moment, destroying nothing worse than their own dinners. A very little way below the old wooden bridge the little river ran into a deepish pool, as generally happens at or near a corner, especially where there is a confluence sometimes.
And seeing nothing, as I began to search intently, stirring with a long-handled spud which I had brought, I concluded that even my golden eagle had been carried into that deep place.
However, water or no water, I resolved to have it out with that dark pool as soon as the rest of the channel should be drained, which took a tormenting time to do; and having thick boots on, I pinned up my skirts, and jumping down into the shoals, began to paddle in a fashion which reminded me of childish days passed pleasantly in the Blue River. Too busy thus to give a thought to any other thing, I did not even see the miller, until he said, "Good-day, miss," lifting his hat, with a nice kind smile.
"Very busy, miss, I see, and right you are to be so.
The water will be upon us again in less than half an hour.
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