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 boon-companions of ocean? If I could fly like you, I would soar across the sea to Hamburg; there is the river Elbe, and above it I would soar on strong wings; then near the town of Mělník I would make my way along another river, until I ended my flight at Prague; and I would soar through the triumphal arches of the bridges, screaming and chuckling with joy. People, I have flown here straight from Scotland, to warm my white belly on the mild Vltava. Beautiful and strange is the land, known also as Caledonia, or the land of Stevenson; but it is somehow mournful and gloomy. Here, it is true, you have no lakes, but, on the other hand, you have Vaclavské náměstí; and, although you have no Ladhar Bheinn here,