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table, a cloth and covering for it, a Communion cup and cover, a 
box or chist, and the book of Canons, and the Font is broken. 
They have neither bell nor doores, none come to be catechised, yet 
they never gave any presentment of non-communicants. Their 
Clerk can neither read nor write, but hath one that suppheth the 
place for him.” 
Shortly afterwards, the party was joined by W. H. Charlton, 
Esq., of Hesieyside, and the route was then decided upon. 
Under the leadership of that gentleman, whose ancestors so often 
led the raids and forays of the Border, with objects less peaceable 
than ours, they followed the course of the Hareshaw Burn, 
scrambling along its rocky bed, passing the side of the now silent 
and deserted iron-works of Hareshaw, and pausing every now 
and then to admire the great beauty of the glen, whose banks are 
clothed with luxuriant vegetation, save where the rock pierces 
the surface, and varies the scene with cliff and crag. The stream 
itself brawling at their base is broken by many linns or falls, 
charming eye and ear with their form and music, and on its brink 
the lovely wood vetch (Vicia sylvatica) then in full blossom, was 
growing in profusion. 
At last the Hareshaw Linn was reached. Here the beauties of 
the glen culminated; recent rain had swelled the stream to more 
than its usual magnitude. Stray sunbeams stealing down into 
the dark recesses of the glen, and glistening on the spray, turned 
it into rainbows, flitting changefully over the cascade. 
The little Dipper (Cinclus aquaticus ), seldom absent from the 
waterfall, was not wanting here, and the dark overhanging cliffs 
which encircle the basin of the fall, on which the raven was once 
accustomed to rear her young, were clothed with ferns, the 
brittle, beech, and oak ferns, the black maidenhair, and many other 
kinds. The route now lay straight away over the moors to the 
Haws Crags, and the fresh mountain breeze scented by the sweet 
perfume of the heather, greeted the party as they pushed on at a 
rapid pace. Thescenery wasas wild as could be desired, no cultivated 
