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waters, where alone fitting spawning-beds could 

 be found, should be reached ; she pointed out 

 how even yet the sea-lice clung to our gills and 

 bodies, and promised us that twenty-four hours' 

 sojourn in the fresh water would relieve us from 

 each one : finally, taunting us with the timidity 

 evidenced by going back after daring so much 

 and advancing so far, she succeeded in persuad- 

 ing us to risk all chances and follow her lead. 

 For myself, I dashed recklessly after her over 

 the net of which we had already taken stock, 

 as we advanced towards it. Many of our com- 

 panions followed, and a few hours brought us, 

 without further let or hindrance, to the Cauld 

 Pool, below the well-remembered ruins of Dry- 

 burgh Abbey, where all that is mortal of the 

 great poet and novelist of Scotland lies interred. 

 Here, taking advantage of the comparatively 

 still water behind a large submerged rock, we 

 rested motionless and silent, and though 4 we, 

 like mortals, never sleep,' enjoyed that perfect 

 rest which cessation from labour, and the total 

 oblivion from cares and troubles, ever bring 

 with them. 



" This, and a portion of the following day. 

 were thus serenely spent. The sea-lice which 



