Thus equipped, the next morning at eight o'clock we rolled out and made about twenty miles; we camped on a plateau covered with grass and by a Brooklet of pure, cold spring water.
"Memoirs of Orange Jacobs"
Orange Jacobs
"What has the silly Brooklet to do with it?
"The Silent Mill"
Hermann Sudermann
Whither, O Brooklet, say I Thou hast, with thy soft murmur, Murmured my senses away.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow