We found some turtle shells over through there, a little farther along, and when he took a squint at the land he saw how a little valley, all grown up with weeds and brush, ran along east and west.

He said that was where the creek once flowed and it didn't come within a mile of the lake.

Savvy?
The place where the lake is now used to be Bowl Valley.

When the creek changed its bed and cut through a couple of miles south, it just filled up Bowl Valley and there you are--Black Lake.

Presto chango! Funny how old Dame Nature changes her mind now and then." "That's just the way it is with girls," I said.
Bert said, "Well, and that scoutmaster said she'd be changing her mind again some day, too.