Excerpt from Rhymes of Our Valley All day the song of the flume is in the fields, bearing its waters down from the glaciers and giving them out in a thousand rills to the thirsty earth. It is the antithesis of the stream, the flume, for it gives while the stream gathers. It is the artery, the stream the vein. When the day is done the great Winged buzzards drop silently to rest upon the pine tree tops, the owl boots from the timber, the full moon swings above the eastern range, and now across the clearing and over yonder on the hills, you hear the coyotes bark, bark, bark. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.