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quite bare, or rough with coarse and heathery vegetation, 

 above which there is scarcely ever seen a tree. As a 

 wood is best learned by following up one of its streams 

 to near the source, so is it with a mountain-range ; and 

 that we soon discover here, valleys and ravines dis- 

 closing wild sublimity on every hand. The stream is 

 rapid and plentiful, the water gliding, and sliding, and 

 tumbling in every possible manner that can constitute 

 beauty of liquid-movement, great stones checking its 

 progress, and causing little cascades innumerable, with 

 limpid sweeps, and here and there deep brown hollows 

 filled to the brim, and recesses either white as snow with 

 reposing foam, or covered with processions of little 

 water-cupolas, that swim round and round, and seem to 

 rejoice, the first that arrive from the current moving in 

 single file, then re-entering just as the dancers do under 

 the arch of lifted arms in " Sir Roger de Coverley." 

 Prettiest of all perhaps is it when the water slips down 

 smooth slopes all unawares. The stream is fed by many 

 tributaries, that tumble from great heights, and, just 

 before we reach Seal-Bark, by a large one that comes 

 down a ravine called Rimmon Clough. At the corner 

 of this, at a vast height, is Ravenstone-brow, a project' 

 ing crag, where, some years ago, ravens were accustomed 

 to perch and build, and are even yet to be seen in small 

 numbers.* The moors on the left are called " Fox- 

 holes," on account of the number of foxes that formerly 

 * Crede Mr Bolton, Mossley, and Mr James Walker. 



