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long tortuous shoot, that, in all probability, not 

 half the water arrives at the bottom of its pro- 

 found and sullen grave." 



In this vicinity, every little vale has its pool 

 of water, and in some their centres have deep, 

 ravening, dark gulphs, from which torrents issue 

 which strike the ear with fearfulness. These waters 

 seem struggling and raging for some wider outlet, 

 and keep boiling, eddying, and gushing through 

 narrow gorges, or hurled over abrupt precipices. 

 Now you see an overhanging rock, beneath 

 which the stream glides unbroken like an arrow ; 

 and then, at a short distance, the impetuous 

 torrent is leaping from crag to crag, dashing its 

 foam around in every direction. These river- 

 scenes must be seen, to be duly appreciated. 



Perchance the angler may have to witness, in 

 these mountain-passes, a thunder-storm. This 

 is a rich banquet of sublimity. The whole 

 amphitheatre of mountains around him is sud- 

 denly canopied in darkness. Cloud rolls over 

 cloud in dense and black array. The scene 

 becomes grand and impressive : the artillery 

 of heaven plays along on the brows of the 

 frowning summits, in reiterated thunders, to 

 which no pen can ever do justice. Here we feel 

 how little and mean we are, when contrasted with 

 nature's agents in fierce collision. 



