"
Farmer Jason had told Mr. Brown how to walk to the place where the
waters of a small river toppled over the rocks into the lake, and having
hidden the bundle of lunch up in a tree, where wandering dogs could not
get at it, the family set off, Dix and Splash running on ahead, to see
the waterfall.
The way was through a pleasant wood, with little paths running here and
there, and if Bunny and Sue had been wandering alone they probably would
have gotten lost. But the road to the waterfall was a well-marked one
and Mr. Brown kept to it until pretty soon Mrs. Brown said:
"Hark, I hear something."
There was a distant roaring in the woods.
"It's a trolley car," said Bunny.
His father, mother and Uncle Tad laughed.
"What a boy!" cried Mother Brown. "To think the roar of a beautiful
waterfall is but the noise of a trolley car! He will never be a poet,
will he Daddy?"
"I don't want to be," said Bunny quickly. "I'm going to be a policeman
when I grow up, and have a gun."
"All right," chuckled Daddy Brown. "But a policeman's life is not an
easy one."
The roaring noise became plainer, and then, as the path turned, the
party came in sight of an open glade through which they could see the
cataract.
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