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dies over the sullen Swale. There is little re- 

 markable here besides the river, except the soil 

 and solitary meadows. 



Theoph. Whereabouts are we now ? 



Arn. Why now we are come to Burrough- 

 Brigs ; at the north end thereof runs the river 

 Yor, into which falls the trembling streams of 

 Neid ; so incorporating together, they gulf into 

 Owse. In these solitary fields, there stand seven 

 great prodigious stones, elevated like pyramids 

 in the ambient air, of such vast magnitude (and 

 regular proportion) that they strike deep impres- 

 sions into the solid body of earth, I curiously 

 enquired after the meaning of these reliques, 

 but no man was found to answer my inquisi- 

 tions ; from whence I concluded these signal re- 

 membrances might remain as trophies or monu- 

 ments of victory ; and that the natives and in- 

 habitants that dwelt thereabouts but little busied 

 themselves to rifle into records. Further than 

 this, I can give no account. 



Theoph. Whereabouts stands York ? 



Arn. The city of York stands distant from 

 these pleasant fields, about some seven or eight 

 northern miles : the foundation of whose flou- 

 rishing ports are washed with the mild and mo- 

 derate waves of the navigable Owse ; whose 

 owsy shores, and silent sullied streams mingle 



themselves with the more resolute torrents of 



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