There was one river, but it never flowed
and no fish lived in it.
In the last pool of Ettrick, the water flowed
by a steep bank, and, if you cast almost on to the further side, you were perfectly safe to get fish, even when the river was very low.
But what he said flowed
right out from the depths of his heart; and when people of any intelligence speak in that way, they are always eloquent.