But when the depth reaches, or exceeds, three feet, the water assumes a deep-blue tinge, like that of the sky in a clear day.
Viewed from an elevation, the picture is one that cannot be speedily forgotten.

The blue water makes a marked contrast with surrounding objects, as the streams wind through the forests and fields on their banks.

Though meandering through mountains, these rivers have few sharp falls or roaring rapids.

Their current is usually gentle, broken here and there into a ripple over a slightly descending shallow, but observing uniformity in all its windings.
My first night from Rolla was passed on the banks of the Gasconade.
Another day's ride, extended far into the second night, found me at Springfield.

When I reached my room at the hotel, and examined the bed, I found but one sheet where we usually look for two.
Expostulations were of no avail.