Down the black and stern side of the mountain, a torrent is seen leaping and flashing white through the surrounding gloom; whilst far beyond, as if to relieve the eye from the monotony of gathering cloud, is a streak of mellow light tipping the crest of the highest hills. Soon the curtain of night is drawn over this light, and a dark veil of mystery and silence, broken only by the rushing sound of impetuous torrents, pervades the lonely hills.
Bogg/Edenvale, 1894
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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