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On the other side of the spring, with his 

 back propped up against the ledge from 

 under which it rose, reclined the Squire. 

 The day was rather too bright for him, and 

 he had not met with much success on his 

 most favourite throws. His long rod, side 

 by side with the Parson's formidable weapon, 

 was planted in a neighbouring thorn ; their 

 lines were reeled up close, and their brilliant 

 flies carefully hooked upon the bars of their 

 reels, while he himself was basking in the 

 westering sun, and admiring, as indeed it was 

 impossible not to admire, the quiet and beau- 

 tiful scene before him. 



Passing over the forest scenery of the 

 foreground, the eye rests upon the short and 

 shelving rapid of Earl's Throw, disturbing 

 by its long tail of sparkling ripples the 

 broad still reach of river, which, nearly a 

 mile in length, lies between it and the Cap- 

 tain's Rock. Between these two narrows 

 the water spreads out into a sheet of two or 

 three hundred yards from shore to shore, 

 both banks fringed, more or less densely, 

 with plantations and timber trees ; and be- 

 yond them rises that rough ridge of lime- 

 stone rock, which, craggy and feathered from 



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