reinforce the "Do Not.Disturb" request on the signs by making the same request 
     
     in person on days in which human disturbance is high. Volunteers will be 
     
     asked to attend an evening workshop and to donate 20 hours of time to the 
     
     project-during the May to July period. To help identify Plover Guardians to 
     
     the general public, we hope to provide a jacket, T-shirt, and ball cap with an 
     
     identifying insignia. If you can donate 20 hours of your time to help 
     
     conserve the Island's only nesting endangered species, please ferward your 
     
     name and address to Stephen Flemming, c/o Canadian Wildlife Service, P.O. Box 
     
     1590, Sackville, N.B. EOC 3C0. We will promptly provide you with more 
     
     information. This project is co-sponsored by the Halifax Field Naturalists, 
     
     Island Nature Trust, and Canadian Wildlife Service. ,Thanks for your help! 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     _ m Spams . , by Jack Gallant 
     
    
   
   
    
     The Island is a land of springs: they emerge from-every hillside - clear 
     
    

    
     and ice-cold. Unlike those on the mainland, the Island's springs don't dry up 
     
     ' in the summer, but run year round, thanks to the Island's foundation of ‘ 
     
     sandstone and its regular plentiful rainfall. 
     
    

    
     This particular spring was at the bottom of the hill which sloped down 
     
     from the farmhouse.= It had supplied the family with water when they first 
     
     moved onto the land, until a pump was installed behind the house. The spring 
     
     had been dug out and a wooden box installed around it, forming a reservoir 
     
     from which one could dip a pail of water. The overflow spilled through a notch 
     
     in the top edge of the box forming a small waterfall from whence it found its 
     
     way into the tiny brook which ran along the bottom of the hill down to the 
     
     river. I ' : 
     
    

    
     With the installation of the pump, the family, except for the boy, 
     
     forgot the spring. He found it endlessly fascinating. He would crouch over 
     
     it, watching the grains of sand dancing on the bottom, pushed up by the 
     
     incoming water. It was a wondrous thing to him that under the solid hill was. 
     
     a vast pool of water, sufficient to keep the spring flowing forever. 
     
    

    
     The small waterfall from the box was even more interesting. He soon 
     
     found a way to make a waterwheel from the top whorl of branches of a small 
     
     fir tree, with the trunk as the axle and the branches trimmed to form paddles, 
     
     but it had seemed like a complicated task for a nine-year old. Finally he 
     
     found a simple solution: he selected a small fir tree whose top.whorl of. 
     
     branches were regularly spaced around the truck, like the spokes on a wheel. 
     
     He cut off the top section and trimmed it so that he had a good waterwheel. 
     
    

    
     He had it supported on two forked sticks, placed so that the paddles on one 
     
     side side were in the waterfall, and the little wheel spun at a good speed, 
     
     throwing off a fan of shining droplets. 
     
    
   
   
    
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