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The stream is haunted with tradition, teeming with a score of romances that vie with its grandeur and loveliness, and of which its waters are perpetually whispering. But I learned this legend from one whose voice was like a dulcet as the swirling rapids; but, unlike them, that voice is hushed today, while the river, the river still sings on - sings on.
E. Pauline Johnson; Legends of Vancouver, Toronto, 1911, p. 21.
TIME: early 20th century
PLACE: Vancouver
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