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that hang dangling about them ; nor is it be- 

 cause of her rocky mountains, through which 

 the waters continually issue, and tumble down 

 like the cataracts of Nile, though they make not 

 such a noise ; but here it was that I found my 

 self surrounded with fountains, and mellifluous 

 aviaries of sweet singing birds that melted the 

 air. And here it was above the Kirk of Moinee, 

 where methought I only envied the rude in- 

 habitants, because so happily bless'd with such 

 sweet accommodations. But below this Kirk 

 of Moinee stands a tottering bridg, and below 

 the bridg there's a most pleasant level, where 

 the sparkling sands seem gilded with glittering 

 streams : And the river so naturally fretted and 

 beautified with stone, as if nature intended 

 there also to compensate the contemplative an- 

 gler. Here also the trouts shine with a glitter- 

 ing blackness, and swell with thickness ; yet 

 never arrive to that magnitude of proportion, as 

 to parallel and vie with those in Pitloyl. 



More south from Moinee, runs the river Al- 

 mont, a derivative from the mountains, and not 

 from the rotten and spungy foundations of the 

 moors, through which it glides ; nor has it any 

 claim or title from the Lough Minever, as su- 

 perstitiously surmiz'd by the unintelligible in- 

 habitant. Now besides this Almont, there's not 

 another river or rivulet hereabouts worth our 



