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of man has never interfered, and the only 

 part in general which never feels the 

 drought of summer c the trees planted 

 by the waterside, whose leaf shall not 

 wither.'" 



But the " Auld Gray Brig ' ' has an open 

 door, a friendly hand outstretched, for 

 others than those who go a-fishing. 

 Town-tired men who seek a panacea 

 for the worries and stress of life in the 

 quietude of the hills, and those who go 

 to explore the mysteries and treasures of 

 moorland life and "quarried stone," lean 

 upon those old walls, or indulge in the 

 hospitable shade which pier and arch 

 afford. Upon those broad parapets are 

 graven deep the legends of old,"sermons 

 in stones " which tell of the history of the 

 earth,of the cave man who grappled with 

 the wild horse, of the mammoth, of the 

 days when the glacier quaked and 

 groaned in the valley, and the sound of 

 gushing water awoke the slumberous 



