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THE HEATHER 



THE freshness, for which I have panted all the 

 day, dwells up here. The tail stream from the 

 tarn, coining out of the mist, passes about fifty yards 

 to the right. Though its motion, as it rushes down 

 the slope and falls headlong into the frequent 

 pools, is so boisterous, it awakens no longer the 

 sensation of heat, but of coolness. The glare has 

 gone out of the light. Mountain shadows fall 

 across the glen, as the house shadows fell across 

 Thrum's streets in the morning. 



The contrast of this evening lounge on the hill- 

 side, compared with the involuntary siesta on the 

 way up the glen, is great. How pleasant is the 

 South Esk as it runs down the valley, with a margin 



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