At 5.0 we halted for the night by a small pool of fresh water in one of the back channels of the river, the pools in the main bed being all brackish.

These rock-pools are the home of many a creature.

Emborrow Pool is a dismal sheet of water bordering the main road and surrounded by trees.

The deep, still trout-pools of the Mercedbravest and strongest river of the valleywere coloured like beds of purple pansies; or they were vivid green, glinting with sparks of gold, like the wings of a Brazilian beetle.

The pool considered sacred by the Mahomedans is a large basin, constructed of square stones.

Unknown and concealed watercourses suddenly overflowed the trails, pools became lakes and brooks rivers.

For you every pool is the sky, Breaking clouds chasing through, A heaven so instant and near That you bathe in its blue!

Having dined, we resumed our journey at 2.30 p.m., and bivouacked about 5.0 on the left bank of the Murchison, 500 yards below the large lead vein, obtaining good water in the sandy bed of the river by digging a few inches, the pools being all salt.

Then, looking back at the clump at which I had aimed my missile, I saw that the slime covered pool, which lay near, was all a-quiver, or so it seemed.

For you every pool is the sky, Breaking clouds chasing through, A heaven so instant and near That you bathe in its blue!

If all the Whirlpoolers were like her, the pool might be a noisy torrent, but never a dangerous one.

" We stumbled amongst the darkness of the cobbles; where pools had been the ice crackled beneath our feet, then the snow scrunched....

I suppose some one saw them, and, finding no person there, immediately decided the pool was a gathering place for witches.

The whole scenethe silent pool at my feet, the rich, well-timbered valley, with its marked contrast to the cold hills that overlook itreminded me forcibly of Whyte-Melville's lines at the conclusion of the most impressive poem he ever wrote: "The Fairies' Spring": "And sweet to the thirsting lips of men Is the spring of tears in the fairies' glen.

Many pools are the colour of black broth.

Since the pool was an object of fear and mystery the seats were probably used only by priests or sorcerers.

A stagnant pool in a passion; a canal insane; a mouton enragé, as the French says; or a snail in a tumultuous state of excitement, were but types of the satirical ideas implied in these words.