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rises and becomes'distinctly audible ; ic is the 

 rush of swift water, and conies up through the 

 oaks from the hollow of the giant fosse. The 

 name of the stream is Horner Water, flowing 

 by Horner Wood along the bottom of the 

 deep trench. A wind draws across the 

 summit of the Ball, bending the brake stems 

 and stirring the mountain-ash. It is pleasant 

 in the shade to feel the cool air and listen to 

 the water far below. 



Is that a spot of red yonder in an 

 opening between the oaks — is it a stag ? 

 Colour it is of some kind against the fern, 

 but my eyes have become so weary with 

 intently gazing that I think they would 

 recognise any hue as the red for which they 

 are looking. After resting them a few 

 moments on the brake and grass at my feet, 

 I look again, and see at once that it is a 

 piece of faded furze ; the yellow bloom is 

 going, and it was this that deceived me. 

 No apparent connection exists between red 

 and yellow ; it proves how weary the visual 



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