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College Musings,
within surpassing show . His dress was that of a pedestrian tourist ; a black plaited hat , a short linen jacket , loose inexpressibles , and , to complete the whole , he carried a knapsack . I was more amused with the manners of the waiters towards him , ancl his perfect sang froid towards them . He would have nothing but cold meat , when they brought him perhaps a roasted fowl warm from the spit ; ancl he ivould drink nothing but small beerwhen they brought him bottled porter .
, To me he gave very potent reasons wh y he would not touch either hot meat or strong drink , because they only tended to ferment his blood , and relax his poivers for walking . But to them his conduct was amazement ; ancl had he not prefaced his demands by a hint that he was quite willing to pay the same , if his fancy was indulged , he would perhaps have disgusted those useful limbs of a table d'hote . I said that my name introduced me to his notice . How much is there sometimes
in a name ? He hacl accidently fallen into company with a gentleman ancl his family of the same name , the preceding summer , in Switzerland , while traversing the Alps ; but I assured him that I had not the honour to be related to that family . However , the ice was broken , and we fell into conversation . I found him to be a man of some information , though of eccentric habits ; and from his discourse 1 gathered that lie had been formerly of Oxfordsince leaving which he had indulged his
, taste for a roving life , and hacl travelled on foot over the largest part of the continent . He was then on his way through the lakes and dales of canny Cumberland , to visit a friend with whom he had become acquainted in Switzerland , and who was then residing in the neighbourhood of Workington : thence he intended proceeding to the lakes of Killarney ,
m old Erin ; and afterwards he would take a peep at the Highlands of Scotland , ere the winter came in . We wished each other good night , ancl as he was going part of our route the following morning , we begged to have the favour of his company . By tbe dawn we managed to find our coffee-room friend battling with a host of sharks , alias guides , who were all and each setting forth their several virtues with clamorous tongues ; and after a mutual recognition , and much ado about nothing , we at length fixed upon a " devoted head" ancl bent our steps after him
, to the shore of Derwent-Water . We embarked in our conductor ' s skiff , and were soon ferried to the shore , which faces the track through Borrowdale . I puzzled my brains to give our boatman a classical name , and thought of the ferryman of the Styx , but it would not do . I have a wretched memory for names and numbers , wliich phrenologists have told me arises from my want of the latter organ . But to my story . After disembarking , we all walked to view another very remarkable
cascade , Lowdawr , some yards from the shore , and situated at the rear of a small inn , through the neat little garden of which we were ushered by a blithe damsel , who seemed appointed to attend on travellers . This might do , I thought , perhaps in that simple , primitive region , but in the more civilised country of the south there would be clanger of such temptation . This waterfall differed little in my judgment from that at Ambleside
, except that there the spectator looked down upon the edd ying torrent , and here he looked up . Though I do not pretend to say but that , on a critical inspection , probably a vast variation might be traced . On quitting this spot , we parted with our short-lived fellow-traveller . He to trudge tbe valley of Borrowdale , ancl we to tempt the " dangers of the deep" across the lake . But before we bade farewell for ever , I
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College Musings,
within surpassing show . His dress was that of a pedestrian tourist ; a black plaited hat , a short linen jacket , loose inexpressibles , and , to complete the whole , he carried a knapsack . I was more amused with the manners of the waiters towards him , ancl his perfect sang froid towards them . He would have nothing but cold meat , when they brought him perhaps a roasted fowl warm from the spit ; ancl he ivould drink nothing but small beerwhen they brought him bottled porter .
, To me he gave very potent reasons wh y he would not touch either hot meat or strong drink , because they only tended to ferment his blood , and relax his poivers for walking . But to them his conduct was amazement ; ancl had he not prefaced his demands by a hint that he was quite willing to pay the same , if his fancy was indulged , he would perhaps have disgusted those useful limbs of a table d'hote . I said that my name introduced me to his notice . How much is there sometimes
in a name ? He hacl accidently fallen into company with a gentleman ancl his family of the same name , the preceding summer , in Switzerland , while traversing the Alps ; but I assured him that I had not the honour to be related to that family . However , the ice was broken , and we fell into conversation . I found him to be a man of some information , though of eccentric habits ; and from his discourse 1 gathered that lie had been formerly of Oxfordsince leaving which he had indulged his
, taste for a roving life , and hacl travelled on foot over the largest part of the continent . He was then on his way through the lakes and dales of canny Cumberland , to visit a friend with whom he had become acquainted in Switzerland , and who was then residing in the neighbourhood of Workington : thence he intended proceeding to the lakes of Killarney ,
m old Erin ; and afterwards he would take a peep at the Highlands of Scotland , ere the winter came in . We wished each other good night , ancl as he was going part of our route the following morning , we begged to have the favour of his company . By tbe dawn we managed to find our coffee-room friend battling with a host of sharks , alias guides , who were all and each setting forth their several virtues with clamorous tongues ; and after a mutual recognition , and much ado about nothing , we at length fixed upon a " devoted head" ancl bent our steps after him
, to the shore of Derwent-Water . We embarked in our conductor ' s skiff , and were soon ferried to the shore , which faces the track through Borrowdale . I puzzled my brains to give our boatman a classical name , and thought of the ferryman of the Styx , but it would not do . I have a wretched memory for names and numbers , wliich phrenologists have told me arises from my want of the latter organ . But to my story . After disembarking , we all walked to view another very remarkable
cascade , Lowdawr , some yards from the shore , and situated at the rear of a small inn , through the neat little garden of which we were ushered by a blithe damsel , who seemed appointed to attend on travellers . This might do , I thought , perhaps in that simple , primitive region , but in the more civilised country of the south there would be clanger of such temptation . This waterfall differed little in my judgment from that at Ambleside
, except that there the spectator looked down upon the edd ying torrent , and here he looked up . Though I do not pretend to say but that , on a critical inspection , probably a vast variation might be traced . On quitting this spot , we parted with our short-lived fellow-traveller . He to trudge tbe valley of Borrowdale , ancl we to tempt the " dangers of the deep" across the lake . But before we bade farewell for ever , I