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The next in order is Derwent, a black water too, and that not 

 only from its fountain but quite through its progress, not having 

 these crystal springs to wash and cleanse it which the two fore- 

 mentioned have, but abounds with Trout and Grayling, such as 

 they are, towards its source, and with Salmon below. And this 

 river, from the upper and utmost part of this county, where it 

 springs, taking its course by Chatsworth, Darley, Matlock, Derby, 

 Burrow-Ash, and Awberson, falls into Trent, at a place called 

 Wildon ; and there loses its name. The east side of this county 

 of Derby is bounded by little inconsiderable rivers, as Awber, Ero- 

 ways, and the like, scarce worth naming, but trouty too ; and 

 further we are not to inquire. But, Sir, I have carried you, as a 

 man may say, by water, till we are now come to the • descent of 

 the formidable hill I told you of (at the foot of which runs the 

 river Dove, which I cannot but love above all the rest) ; and 

 therefore prepare yours^f to be a little frighted. 



Viator. Sir, I see you would fortify me that I should not 

 shame myself : but I dare follow where you please to lead me. 

 And I see no danger yet ; for the descent, methinks, is thus far 

 green, even, and easy. 



PiSCATOR. You will like it worse presently, when you come 

 to the brow of the hill : and now we are there, what think you ? 



Viator. What do I think .■' why, I think it the strangest place 

 that ever, sure, men and horses went down ; and that, if there be 

 any safety at all, the safest way is to alight. 



PiSCATOR. I think so too, for you who are mounted upon a 

 beast not acquainted with these slippery stones : and though I 

 frequently ride down, I will alight too to bear you company and 

 to lead you the way. And, if you please, my man shall lead your 

 horse. 



Viator. Marry, Sir ! and thank you too : for I am afraid I 

 shall have enough to do to look to myself : and with my horse 

 in my hand should be in a double fear, both of breaking my neck, 

 and my horse faUing on me, for it is as steep as a. penthouse. 



PiSCATOR. To look down from hence it appears so, I confess : 

 but the path winds and turns, and will not be found so troublesome. 



head in the PHnlimmon hill, on the borders of Montgomery and Cardiganshire ; from 

 whence, as its Latin name, Vaga, imports, wandering through part of Brecknockshire, it, 

 near the Hay, enters Herefordshire, and at Mordiford, within four miles of Hereford, 

 receives the Lug ; from thence, passing on to Ross, it enters Monmouthshire, and falls 

 into the Severn below Chepstow. 



It abounds with that small species offish called Last-springs, and also with Grayling. 



And here it may be necessary to remark, that the names of Avon, Ouse, Stoure, and 

 snme others, are common to many rivers in England, as that of Dulas is to numbers in 

 Wales. See Notes on the Polyolbio7i, Song the sixth. — E. 



