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hilly shore miles away, and flowing down to the bridge, past the sleepy old 

 town, between grassy banks or drooping willows, or groves of whispering oaks. 

 There is no perceptible current, the water-lilies sleep on the surface, and if a 

 boat be pulling upwards the ripples of the water break gently on either bank. 



You may note so much in 

 the rapid transit of the 

 train, which ten minutes 

 after its departure from 

 ^y Penrith station is fairly at 



Emu Plains. 



the feet of the mountains. There are little knolls there, lightly grassed and 

 gracefully timbered, looking down upon 



" Long fields of barley and of rye." 



Very soon we pass these fields ; we are rising fast. The plains sink and 

 extend beneath us. The white stones of the little grave-garden at Emu Plains 



