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mouth of the Bonnington Linn, what a picture is before us ! 
Yonder, 'neath the green banks beyond, on the verge, and 
even out in the middle of the yet unbroken breast of the 
amber coloured stream, we watch the movements of a 
number of fishers busily plying the rod, and basketing an 
occasional trout. On comes the rolling river till it sweeps 
in bend and curl, over the broken shelves in front. Here 
is the photographer setting his camera for an impression of 
the scene. There is the artist, with pallet and brush, fixing 
on his canvas the tones that Nature's training alone can 
give. Past us, on the right and on the left, the surging 
waters rush and dash with deafening din over the foaming 
falls. 
It is hard to believe, as some assert, that there has not 
been a throbbing in the heart of Nature and a rending of 
rocks here, as witnessed in those towering adamantine walls 
of that awful chasm, whose giddy crown is clothed in 
peaceful woods, and at whose base, a hundred feet below, 
the river steals its downward way, gathering strength as it 
goes for the leap of the Cora Linn beyond. 
**Men may come, and men may go, 
But I go on for ever." 
Such is the ceaseless roar of those great falls, while the 
breath . of their deafening voice, rising in veils of vapour, 
spreads a fresher tint of green over the towering folds of 
verdure surrounding the romantic but dangerous rocky 
heights. Onward, through charming woods, we note the 
course of the stately stream till Stonebyres Falls renew 
the ceaseless roar. From this point, through the Eden of 
Scotland, the Clyde meanders on her seaward way ; but near 
at hand, by the quiet, dreamy village of Hazelbank, let us 
now see what can be found for our instruction. 
