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Am. So it is, in this angle of Scotland ; for 

 Dromon lies just at the foot of the Highlands, 

 surrounded with woods of fir, ash, and elm ; but 

 sy com ores grow here to an amazing bigness, 

 whose spreading arms shade the soil about them, 

 and their bole and brisk burden the earth. 



Theopli. What else is there here remarkable ? 



Am. The rills, rivers, loughs, and rivulets, 

 that meander not far from Dromon. And Lead- 

 nock, as I take it, is the first small rivulet, and 

 Rothwel the next, both of them furnished with 

 delicate small trout. But continuing our course, 

 we advance to Lough Ern, immerg'd with moors 

 and mountains, yet it floats on the skirts of the 

 Highlands ; from whence rusheth forth a vio- 

 lent torrent, whose boistrous streams are sud- 

 denly converted into a river, which bears the 

 name of the lough ; whose streams, if well exa- 

 mined, are never unfurnished with trout, nor 

 are her more solid deeps unaccommodated with 

 the race of salmon, besides pike and perch ; and 

 for silver-bellied eels, Scotland has none better ; 

 nor, do I believe, any part of the w r orld has. So 

 that the river Ern, for variety and choice of fish, 

 is inferiour to no other river in Scotland. 



Theopli. Now you say something to purpose ; 

 pray, go on. 



Am. Here we must cross some of these fords, 

 if we intend to touch at Lough Minever, whose 



