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Where the Croglin, a mountain stream, joins the Eden. The
grounds on this side of the stream belong to H. A. Aglionby,
Esq. M.P. whose house is a heavy red pile of building. The
walks on that side formerly belonged to L. Ross, Esq., of
Staffold Hall, a neat cheerful-looking mansion immediately
forward; but the property is now included in that of Mr. A.
It may, we think, be safely asserted that the Croglin, in
this last part of its course for the space of a mile, during
which it pours along a deep ravine, has no equal. It first
enters this savage dell by a fall of forty feet, forcing its
way through a cleft into a deep caldron, scooped out of the
rock, in which the water is agitated and whirled around in
boiling eddies, till it finds an escape by a narrow opening
in one corner, whence it rushes down several leaps, foaming
over the large masses that hinder its impetuous progress.
The rocks are piled on each other up to the height of one or
two hundred feet, projecting their bold fronts forward over
the river, 'here scorched with lightning, there with
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