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from visiting this choice water. A few miles farther 

 your course winds by a beautiful mountain brook 

 well stocked with trout, and in which a good basket 

 can always be taken. We will now suppose you 

 have reached the half-way house, a pretty little 

 road- side tavern, where the horses are baited, and the 

 traveller, if he chooses we would strongly advise 

 you not to fail to may make the acquaintance of 

 mine host, a worthy man with a wonderful fund of 

 information on various interesting subjects. The 

 allotted half-hour having expired, and the inner man 

 been refreshed, forward is again the word, and more 

 beautiful becomes the scenery. Wild, irregular hills, 

 with bases densely covered with timber, but stony and 

 irregular towards their summit, frown over your head ; 

 precipices, cliffs, and yawning chasms alternately vary 

 the prospect, throwing, for grandeur, the choicest 

 wilds of Scotland in the shade. Only an able poet, 

 with a romantic turn of mind, is wanted to immortalise 

 by soul- stirring lays these stupendous mountain fast- 

 nesses, accessible alone to the wild denizens of the forest, 

 or to him who is gifted with the nerve, steady foot, 

 and reliable eye of the chamois hunter of the Alps. 



Having at length reached the upper portion of the 

 village of Upton, an entire change comes over the land- 

 scape ; far beneath your feet, lies nestled, in all the 



