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the side of the Dovey, we began whiling away 

 our want of sport by sundry sallies and wit- 

 ticisms at each other's expense. The day was 

 a right lovely Autumn one, with the sunshine 

 and shade succeeding each other not too rapidly 

 to make us regret the loss of the one, in the too 

 premature return of the other. The bright 

 leaves richly burnished with the prevailing colour 

 that, thanks to a kind Providence, never palls 

 upon the sight, were beginning to lose their late 

 prime attraction. Still the colour that succeeded 

 could hardly fail of captivating the eye, when 

 glistening in the sunbeams at one time like gold, 

 or softened and subdued at another by the 

 shadows of each passing cloud. On the day 

 alluded to, when in the very midst of our merri- 

 ment, without a word or thought perhaps beyond 

 the present pleasant moment ; we suddenly espied 

 in the distance a long, dark line silently wending 

 its way over the uplands, and down the declivi- 

 ties, through the vales, and across the plains, 

 till it was arrested by the banks of the river. 



