THE FKRXY MOOR LANDS. 



graceful waving Ferns, and the brawling river, 

 combine to make an exquisite picture. 



After a peep at the bridge scenery, we followed 

 a path which led down to the left, along by the 

 river side. Huge granite boulders were scattered 

 about in mid stream ; and some of these, clustered 

 in the form of a rocky islet, were approachable 

 from the river- side by stepping-stones which 

 offered a dry passage for the tourist. On this 

 boulder islet we rested for refreshment the cool 

 stream flowing on each side of us gurgling and 

 splashing and flashing in the sun, the calm surface 

 of its silent pools, where the current was pent by 

 the rocks, being broken only from time to time 

 by the splash of the rising trout, as they dashed 

 at the flies which skimmed the surface of the 

 water. From this point, on the same side of the 

 bridge, a path skirted for a short way the brawl- 

 ing course of the stream. We followed this path 

 for some distance, and we found that it was a 

 walk that would well repay the Fern hunter for a 

 long journey across rugged moorlands. It is 

 indeed almost impossible to express in words the 

 keen sense of enjoyment experienced during so 



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