The Hidden Stream

Do not drink, traveller, from this warm stream filled with mud by pasturing sheep, for a little way beyond the ridge that is browsed by heifers, near the shepherd's pine, you will find a spring, colder than the snows of the north, trickling from the damp rock.
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Leonidas of Tarentum
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