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Article A VISIT TO THE ENGLISH LAKES. ← Page 3 of 6 →
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A Visit To The English Lakes.
Immediately after , on the same side , is the ivoi-ld-renowned . Borroivchilo lead mine , with the charming Sour Milk Gill Fall a few yards oil ' , — " the mountain ( lood Murmuring from C-rlni-amai-a ' s inmost caves . " We pass Seathwaite , noted as the ivcltcst place in England , but are not
favoured with a shower ; the sky and all aboi'o is brig ht and snnny . We IIOAV seem to have launched fairly into the " drear deserts of Boi-roivdale . " " Here vague and barren grandeur spreads abroad , And darkness and dismay and dann-er dwell . No grassy sward of green is nourished here . " Here a wilful , riotous torrent conies Mad from the mountains , and when July drought Scorches tho hills , here all subdued yet wild The muttering river drags its lazy course , And makes hoarse discord with the rocks and stones . "
Ladies ancl gentlemen are very plentiful , and we meet two or three parties coming from the mountains . ~ We seem almost hemmed in by the heights , and begin to think ive are in a ml de sac ; but the infallible "Jenkinson" points a way out of the difficulty . AA e go over Stockley Bridge , ancl scramble up Taylor ' s Gill Falls , with a siveltering hot sun above us and " Excelsior " for our motto . Sty Head tarn is the next landmark , or , rather , watermark ; it looks A'ery smallbut takes some time to walk round . A good many more
, parties seem to be making the ascent , with the aid of guides . Branching to the left ive reach Sprinkling tarn . Suddenly , Derivent Water , ivith its lovely wooded islands , bursts upon our delighted sight between two crags . It seems a long , long way off , with its blue Avater . and deep CIOAVII in the beautiful green valley . Another turn to the right brings us to a rough stony part Avhich has to be traversed ; it is very hard , tiring work , and ive almost despair eA er
reaching the topmost height . A streamlet furnishes us with a little Avater which we carry with us , ancl it is most refreshing when Ave clo at last reach the summit . Landmarks in the shape of piles of stones mark the ivay , ancl the extreme peak is capped with a well-built cairn , twelve feet high . Climbing this Ave have now reached the height of our ambition , and look around arid beneath on the bleak mountains . AA e can only see about twenty miles around ,
as there is a slight mist on the horizon ; but still the view is very fine ancl extensive . Five or six gentlemen ancl two families are our companions on this skyey solitude . The whole lake district is mapped out before us . Black Combe ( " dread name derived from storms and clouds " ) , " Glaramara , home of thunder . "
" Wryuoso , set amidst the south , A hideous child that was deserted By its mother Cockermouth . " Helvellyn , and Skiddaiv stand out conspicuously , and a host of peaks , too bewildering to specify , surround us . On one side we have the famous Mickledore chasm , separating the peak from Sea Fell , once considered impracticable , ancl now only passed with great difficulty and danger by experienced
mountaineers . On the other side , in the distance , ive can see the Pillar mountain , with its rock , one of the most delicate and hazardous pieces of mountaineering in England . " it almost looks Like some vast building made of many crags ; And in the midst is one particular rock That rises like a column from the vaie . "
We sit down amid the vast scenery , and eat our well-earned lunch , and then start for Keswick again . M y friend foolishly is determined to descend by Pier ' s Gill , direct for Sty Head tarn , a difficult and dangerous way ; but I
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A Visit To The English Lakes.
Immediately after , on the same side , is the ivoi-ld-renowned . Borroivchilo lead mine , with the charming Sour Milk Gill Fall a few yards oil ' , — " the mountain ( lood Murmuring from C-rlni-amai-a ' s inmost caves . " We pass Seathwaite , noted as the ivcltcst place in England , but are not
favoured with a shower ; the sky and all aboi'o is brig ht and snnny . We IIOAV seem to have launched fairly into the " drear deserts of Boi-roivdale . " " Here vague and barren grandeur spreads abroad , And darkness and dismay and dann-er dwell . No grassy sward of green is nourished here . " Here a wilful , riotous torrent conies Mad from the mountains , and when July drought Scorches tho hills , here all subdued yet wild The muttering river drags its lazy course , And makes hoarse discord with the rocks and stones . "
Ladies ancl gentlemen are very plentiful , and we meet two or three parties coming from the mountains . ~ We seem almost hemmed in by the heights , and begin to think ive are in a ml de sac ; but the infallible "Jenkinson" points a way out of the difficulty . AA e go over Stockley Bridge , ancl scramble up Taylor ' s Gill Falls , with a siveltering hot sun above us and " Excelsior " for our motto . Sty Head tarn is the next landmark , or , rather , watermark ; it looks A'ery smallbut takes some time to walk round . A good many more
, parties seem to be making the ascent , with the aid of guides . Branching to the left ive reach Sprinkling tarn . Suddenly , Derivent Water , ivith its lovely wooded islands , bursts upon our delighted sight between two crags . It seems a long , long way off , with its blue Avater . and deep CIOAVII in the beautiful green valley . Another turn to the right brings us to a rough stony part Avhich has to be traversed ; it is very hard , tiring work , and ive almost despair eA er
reaching the topmost height . A streamlet furnishes us with a little Avater which we carry with us , ancl it is most refreshing when Ave clo at last reach the summit . Landmarks in the shape of piles of stones mark the ivay , ancl the extreme peak is capped with a well-built cairn , twelve feet high . Climbing this Ave have now reached the height of our ambition , and look around arid beneath on the bleak mountains . AA e can only see about twenty miles around ,
as there is a slight mist on the horizon ; but still the view is very fine ancl extensive . Five or six gentlemen ancl two families are our companions on this skyey solitude . The whole lake district is mapped out before us . Black Combe ( " dread name derived from storms and clouds " ) , " Glaramara , home of thunder . "
" Wryuoso , set amidst the south , A hideous child that was deserted By its mother Cockermouth . " Helvellyn , and Skiddaiv stand out conspicuously , and a host of peaks , too bewildering to specify , surround us . On one side we have the famous Mickledore chasm , separating the peak from Sea Fell , once considered impracticable , ancl now only passed with great difficulty and danger by experienced
mountaineers . On the other side , in the distance , ive can see the Pillar mountain , with its rock , one of the most delicate and hazardous pieces of mountaineering in England . " it almost looks Like some vast building made of many crags ; And in the midst is one particular rock That rises like a column from the vaie . "
We sit down amid the vast scenery , and eat our well-earned lunch , and then start for Keswick again . M y friend foolishly is determined to descend by Pier ' s Gill , direct for Sty Head tarn , a difficult and dangerous way ; but I