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glens and green hillsides through which the route passes for many 
miles present an ever-varying scene of great beauty to the 
traveller, which, in the eyes of an arborist, would be greatly 
enhanced by judicious planting. Nearing Beattock, the summit 
of the railway is reached at about 760 feet above sea-level, and the 
great watershed of the rivers in the south of Scotland is passed. 
Here are— 
** The upland moors, where rivers here but brooks 
Dispart to different seas.”’ 
The sources of the Annan, the Clyde, and the Tweed lie within 
sight, and the rivers flowing in diverse directions pour their 
waters into the seas on the soutb, west, and east of Scotland. 
After parting with the last brooklet of the Clyde, which has been 
followed to its source, the tiny Evan is seen creeping into sight 
as rapidly as the Clyde had disappeared. When Beattock was 
left behind, a fine view of Moffatdale opened on the left, with 
Moffat Spa, the “Cheltenham of Scotland,” in the near distance, 
surrounded by romantic scenery of the wildest nature, amid which 
many thrilling events occurred in the days of the Covenanters. 
In the upper recesses of the dale lie dark Loch Skene, and the 
far-famed waterfall, the Grey Mare’s Tail, a stupendous cascade 
of over 400 feet in height, among scenery of the most savage 
grandeur. To quote the impressive words of the Wizard of the 
North — 
** There deep, deep down, and far within, 
Toils with the rocks the roaring linn, 
Then, issuing forth one foaming wave, 
And wheeling round the Giant's grave, 
White as the snowy charger’s tail 
Drives down the pass of Moffatdale.”’ 
Onward the route lies down Annandale, through a beautiful 
and well-wooded landscape, past many comfortable-looking home- 
steads and well-cultivated fields, especially in the neighbourhood 
of Lockerbie, at a short distance from which, on the right, is seen 
the ancient royal residence, Lochmaben Castle, in a rich landscape 
environment of wood and water, Passing on, every part of the 
land as we near the Border is rich in legend and stirring tales of 
daring and adventure in early times. Among the curious customs 
that have passed away, and which made one spot in this part of 
the Borders particularly famous, were the celebrated marriages at 
Gretna Green, a village near the last station we pass before entering 
