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name to a dale, commonly called Annon's Dale. 

 But there's another river the natives call Ask, 

 which juts just upon Annon, on the Scottish 

 promontories, so tumbles into the sea at N. Nor- 

 west, as near as I can guess at the Quaking 

 Sands. 



Theoph. Tray, give us that relation. 



Am. I remember on a time as I travelled 

 these parts, to admiration, I saw two thousand 

 horse, all advance in divisions over those silly 

 shores, which so prest and deprest the tottering 

 surface, that not till then, nor before, I had ever 

 seen sands shap'd into vallies, then again into 

 mountains ; nay, such prodigious overgrown 

 mountains as almost amaz'd me ; because, when 

 to behold from such palpable levels, mountains, 

 as it were, rais'd up in a moment ; and in the 

 twinkling of an eye, all melted into vallies. 

 And the nearer the bodies approached one ano- 

 ther, the farther they seemed to be asunder. So 

 that upon the matter, the advance of this bri- 

 gade was li ttle more than to make new hills, 

 and depress and sink them again into dales. So 

 that looking behind me, when discharging the 

 fords, there was nothing remaining but sea and 

 sand, chequer'd as it were, parte perpale. This 

 is the first of our northern wonders, and the ra- 

 rity is almost beyond belief, were it not so com- 

 monly experienced by almost every traveller 



