A SUMMER RAMBLE ON CHEVIOT. 



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only broken by abrupt black crags and ridges of porphyry. 

 The College burn springs from the bowels of the abyss, and 

 its wild, romantic valley lies full in view far below, terraces 

 of ancient moraines and hanging woods impending the 

 stream. Overhead croak a pair of Ravens, mere dots in the 

 azure height, and an old Blackcock speeds away, disturbed 

 by a boulder we send leaping and crashing downward into 

 the depths below. 



We have over a dozen miles to tramp home, and the 

 shadows lengthen. The steep slopes we traverse are now 



"WHERE ENGLAND AND SCOTLAND DIVIDE. 



all orange and gold, with the bright-tipped leaves of the 

 bleaberry aglow in the evening sunlight. This quasi- Alpine 

 shrub here entirely displaces the heather, and we noticed the 

 bright yellow flowers of the tormentilla, like a small butter- 

 cup, and a few tufts of saxifrage. Perhaps from an ornitholo- 

 gist's point of view the most interesting event of the day was 

 the sight of a Peregrine Falcon : this noble bird had evidently 

 been resting on a pinnacle of some bold crags which lay in 

 our course, and dashed out from below with a loud, oft- 

 repeated scream. In a few seconds he was up in the clouds, 



