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need not bother, as there is but one way after all, and the 

 double road is occasionally caused by the cart being turned 

 aside in wet weather by a bog, or in the other case in 

 frost by the slippery rocks. Scarce a sound is heard, and 

 the feathered inhabitants of the woodlands seem to have 

 been thoroughly depressed and crushed by the damp sun- 

 less summer. A few chaffinches about the main road, a 

 fugitive blackie slipping off through the brush, and at last 

 the harsh squeaking of a pair of jays is all we meet in the 

 still mist-clad wooding. We have been keeping to the 

 neighbourhood of the small stream near which we left the 

 main road, and now after a long scramble through wood 

 and over boggy land we approach the river Teighl in its 

 higher course, before it plunges along'over the long range 

 of falls and rapids on its way towards Barcaldine Gardens. 

 Here we find a sudden outcrop of civilisation in the shape 

 of two youngsters with a huge rod seeking to emulate 

 Izaak Walton on the skirts of the clouds. Surely no fish 

 can possibly pass these falls, and yet here are plenty of 

 trout of good size playing in the shallows, and lying lazily 

 working their gills in the deeper pools. How came they 

 there ? is more easily asked than answered ; and unless 

 we could positively assert they were never introduced, it 

 is useless to look for other explanations, No doubt trout 

 are capable of very wonderful gymnastic performances, 

 and eggs, too, have been carried in strange ways, but the 

 very extended course of the stream in the glen would 

 naturally lead to its being stocked, if not otherwise 

 supplied. 



Now that we have arrived at the glen proper, we are 

 surprised to find it a fine vale, with a broad, wooded 

 bottom, and steep sides sprinkled with natural wooding, 

 and seamed with wild watercourses. Here is the neat 



