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tops in a symmetrical network, which stretches 

 away until dimly defined in the far-off distance. 

 On the right, in varying terraces which rise 

 towards the sky, is a mixed landscape of meadow 

 and hedge and tree. Down far beneath, rushing 

 along nnder a dark overgrowth of trees, roar 

 the waters of the Teign, just seen away to 

 the left, where a break in the canopy of 

 overhanging green reveals the dark and foam- 

 ing current. 



Winding round and round to lighten the rough- 

 ness and steepness of the descent, the path at 

 length reaches the extreme point of the valley, 

 and crossing a swift, dark mill-stream, that runs 

 for a short distance parallel with the Teign, 

 emerges on to Tingle Bridge. This spot is, 

 indeed, a chosen land of Ferns. To the right 

 and to the left, away from the arches of the 

 bridge, the Teign brawls over and between the 

 granite boulders which are strewn in its bed : 

 now sparkling in pebbly shallows ; now deepening 

 into sluggish pools ; now roaring in mimic fury 

 over miniature falls ; now calmly flowing by its 

 silent banks, which, overhung with the deep 



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