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the Dee, and where, in clearer and lower water, 

 I should infallibly have fallen a sacrifice to the 

 pike with which they abound. 



From stream to stream, from pool to poo], 

 over first one weir, and then another ; until the 

 month of June found me laying in the quiet 

 still water, just above the weir at Chester, where 

 at length a sweeping flood carried me over the 

 causeway, and on the very next day I was rolling 

 in the delights of salt water, seeking another 

 food, and revelling, as it were, in the fresh enjoy- 

 ment of a new existence and of another element. 



