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FEENY COMBES. 
On it came ! The slender gliding streamlet 
swelled into a torrent, leaping and dashing down. 
The trout hid under the stones, and we were 
glad to resume the cloaks we had cast off, and seek 
a warmer corner away from the spray. 
Of the walk we took from Lydford cascade, in 
search of the picturesque and a shorter way to 
the Dartmoor Inn, the least said the better ; only 
we advise any one following in our track to as- 
cend the left-hand river (two unite just below the 
fall) towards the bridge as far as there is any 
trace of a path ; but not attempt, as we did, to go 
further, the consequence of which was that we got 
into a dense thicket, where in many places we had 
to scramble on hands and knees, and left sundry 
parts of our dress sticking in the briars, etc. But 
oh ! the rocks, the woods, the river, were all worth 
our pains, scratches, and trouble. 
Lydford cascade is very pretty and more cele- 
brated; but Milford waterfall (near Hartland) is 
grander. In some respects they resemble each 
other. Both slide over the smooth face of the rock ; 
but while at Lydford the water falls as it were 
through trees, at Milford it plunges into a deep 
pool, surrounded by bare perpendicular cliffs, where 
the vermilion- spotted trout leap up to the fly of 
the venturesome angler who has scaled the lower 
