The Riverman - White, Stewart Edward
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The time was the year 1872, and the place a bend in the river above a long pond terminating in a dam. Beyond this dam, and on a flat lower than it, stood a two-story mill structure. Save for a small, stump-dotted clearing, and the road that led from it, all else was forest. Here in the bottom-lands, following the course of the stream, the hardwoods grew dense, their uppermost branches just beginning to spray out in the first green of spring. Farther back, where the higher lands arose from the swamp, could be discerned the graceful frond of white pines and hemlock, and the sturdy tops of…mehr

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The time was the year 1872, and the place a bend in the river above a long pond terminating in a dam. Beyond this dam, and on a flat lower than it, stood a two-story mill structure. Save for a small, stump-dotted clearing, and the road that led from it, all else was forest. Here in the bottom-lands, following the course of the stream, the hardwoods grew dense, their uppermost branches just beginning to spray out in the first green of spring. Farther back, where the higher lands arose from the swamp, could be discerned the graceful frond of white pines and hemlock, and the sturdy tops of Norways and spruce. A strong wind blew up the length of the pond. It ruffled the surface of the water, swooping down in fan-shaped, scurrying cat's-paws, turning the dark-blue surface as one turns the nap of velvet. At the upper end of the pond it even succeeded in raising quite respectable wavelets, which LAP LAP LAPPED eagerly against a barrier of floating logs that filled completely the mouth of the inlet river. And behind this barrier were other logs, and yet others, as far as the eye could see, so that the entire surface of the stream was carpeted by the brown timbers. A man could have walked down the middle of that river as down a highway.
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Stewart Edward White was an American author, dramatist, and spiritualist who was born March 12, 1873, and died September 18, 1946. Known wall painter Gilbert White was his brother. His mother was Mary E. Danielell and his father was a lumberjack named Thomas Stewart White. White was born in Grand Rapids, Michigan. He graduated from Grand Rapids High School and the University of Michigan with a B.A. in 1895 and an M.A. in 1903. In the years between 1900 and 1922, he wrote both fiction and non-fiction about travel and adventure, with a focus on natural history and life outside. He and his wife Elizabeth "Betty" Grant White wrote many books starting in 1922. They said they got the ideas for the books from talking to ghosts. Besides that, they wrote about their trips in California. It was September 18, 1946, when White died in Hillsborough, California. He was 73 years old. People liked White's books at a time when America was losing its wild places. He was very aware of the beauty in both nature and people, and he could write about them in a simple way. Based on his own life, he wrote funny and clever things about building cabins, canoeing, logging, gold hunting, guns, fishing, hunting, and camping in both his camping diaries and Westerns.