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The torrents of Norway leap down from their mountain homes with plentiful cataracts, and run brief but glorious races to the sea.The streams of England move smoothly through green fields and beside ancient, sleepy towns.The Scotch rivers brawl through the open moorland and flash along steep highland glens.The rivers of the Alps are born in icy caves, from which they issue forth with furious, turbid waters; but when thier anger has been forgotten in the slumber of some blue lake, they flow down more softly to see the vineyards of France and Italy, the gray castles of Germany, and the verdant mead-ows of Holland.