THE VALLEY OF THE KEN 



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fidently affirm that the hours spent in wandering 

 along those most beautiful of banks will afford 

 him the keenest enjoyment. And in the long 

 winter days — perhaps spent in the heart of a busy 

 city — he will find that he has a storehouse in his 

 memory, from which, at will, he can conjure up 

 many pictures. He will again see the dark pools 

 netted with foam, in their setting of rugged grey 

 rocks ; — the amber-coloured water where it swirls 

 over the pale banks of shingle ; — and will again 

 feel the balmy westerly breezes blowing from the 

 mountains, carrying with them the delicious scent 

 of the bog-myrtle and heather. 



