114 A RAMBLE UP BURNHOPE. 



heads of the umbelliferae, the purple wood geranium and 

 scabious, and the overhanging trees, their branches almost 

 touching the water, made altogether a very pretty picture. 

 Another little cascade, formed by the spent waters from a mill- 

 wheel, tumbled from the bank on the right, and the stream of 

 the Killhope burn, after its twenty or thirty feet plunge, flowed 

 quietly at my feet, amid slabs of sandstone fallen from the 

 rocks above. It was rather late in the day, and I feared my 

 snap would turn out a failure, as indeed it did, but I hurried 

 to the station, well pleased with my ramble. Though I had 

 not found the whin I went for, I had learned much of the 

 geology of the district, and I had my pockets well stuffed with 

 rnosses, and my case with several bags of buzzing flies, in 

 whose examination and identification I anticipated many hours 

 of interesting work at home. 



