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poured the beautiful river shining and spangling 

 in the golden light, yellow groves on its banks, and 

 strips of brown meadow ; while the whole park was 

 astir with wild life, some of which even the noisiest 



HEAD OF THE MERINO RAM (DOMESTIC). 



and least observing of travelers must have seen had 

 they been with me. Deer, with their supple, well- 

 grown fawns, bounded from thicket to thicket as I 

 advanced ; grouse kept rising from the brown grass 

 with a great whirring of wings, and, alighting on 



