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farm ; and halfway up the rush-grown hillside is a 
bog into which it would be a sorry business to stray. 
Cattle avoid it by instinct ; no hoofprints are ever 
seen round that soft place. 
Never a moor without its trout stream, or streams, 
which flow at its foot, cutting sharp runs where, in the 
course of years, all the earthy matter has been washed 
away, leaving at last a bottom of clean, sharp sand 
and bright washed stones. You can hear the swirl 
and the splash where it runs through the copse-growth 
of the moorside, and see the glistening of the pure 
bright water where it turns into the meadows, as it 
continually pursues its course from the hills and moors 
above down to the moors below ; hidden here and 
there by thorns and brambles, giant ' kexes,' thistles, 
ferns, and all the other growth common to wild lands. 
Rustic bridges, the brickwork of which is as old 
as the stonework of the farm buildings, carry the cart 
tracks from one meadow if land such as this can be 
dignified by that name to another. Where they 
have fallen into decay and tumbled into the stream 
many years ago for mosses cover all the brickwork, 
over which the water ripples, forming miniature cas- 
cades thick planks have been placed, and turf on the 
top of them. And as in the course of time the cattle 
passing and repassing, to say nothing of the carts, 
