It is a little hill, or rather three or four hills that seem piled together... and just where their shade is the darkest, they suddenly recede, and, from a stoney excavation, bursts forth a strong and rapid stream of pure and brilliant water, which pours directly down the precipice, and is lost in the trees that crowd over it.

-Charlotte Smith

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