By this time Gibbie had got well up towards the roots of the hills of Gormgarnet, and the river had dwindled greatly. He was no longer afraid of it, but would lie for hours listening to its murmurs over its pebbly bed, and sometimes even sleep in the hollows of its banks, or below the willows that overhung it. Every here and there, a brown rivulet from some peat-bog on a hill—brown and clear, like smoke-... #story #kidsstory Kids Story Fiction Family Bedtime Stories for Children and Adults to Sleep • AcreSoft Story Classic acresoft.com acresoft.contactin.bio • Psalms 145:10
All thy works shall praise thee, O Lord; and thy saints shall bless thee.