GEOLOGICAL EXCCRSIOX. 29 



gleswick Scars, which skirting the road from Settle to Clapham, have a 

 wide celebrity, though they seemed to have no great pretensions to gran- 

 deur to us who had passed through the valleys to the north and east. 



These Scars form the south-western side of a mass of Limestone, thrown 

 down between the northern line of dislocation, which passes along the 

 little valley of the Wharfe, the southern passing at their base. 



At Settle we left the carriage which had brought us and our belong- 

 ings over some of the roughest roads in the north : humble as it appeared, 

 we were sorry to exchange it for a grander one. Our readers will perhaps 

 smile at our regret, but if they ever take such a ramble, and procure a 

 butcher's spring-cart, they will know the comfort of it too well to laugh 

 at it; it will enable the tourist to take a little extra luggage, (always a 

 desideratum;) it will give him liberty to ride or walk, and will follow 

 him anywhere — almost up a straight hill side, and will save him the 

 trouble, (if he is either geologist or botanist,) of carrying his collections, 

 and they are sometimes of no inconsiderable weight, through a long day's 

 journey. The only (and perhaps they were but fancied,) grievances seemed 

 to be, that some of our party noticed where we stopped, that the natives 

 read on our cart, ^James Smith, Butcher, Leyburn,' and surveying us, 

 seemed to speculate as to which was the butcher; and on inquiry for the 

 best inn in the town, we had to be very particular, as a second or even 

 third-rate one seemed to be reckoned fittest for people who travelled in a 

 butcher's cart. 



From Settle we crossed the valley over a cold bleak country, to the 

 wooded knolls and rich meadows round Clitheroe: here the lowest beds 

 of the mountain limestone are well developed, dipping at a high angle, 

 and much contorted: many of these beds are very fossilliferous, and con- 

 tain multitudes of rare crenoids. Mr. Parker, a clever working geologist, 

 one of the martyrs of science, has a very fine collection of the characteristic 

 fossils of the district. 



From Clitheroe to Whitewell is nine miles, through rather wild park- 

 like scenery; we were still on the Limestone, the quarries of which at 

 Whitewell are full of Encrinite stems, heads, and broken arms, and when 

 the stone is found weather-worn in the dry dykes, the blocks are quite 

 rough and white with these fossils. 



About Whitewell the scenery is very fine; the Hodder is a full, swift, 

 pale brown mountain river, abounding with fish; the banks are wooded 

 from the water's edge to the hill tops; the woods are full of ferns, grow- 

 ing most luxuriantly, but we found no rare species. The flora of the 

 district will well repay a careful search; and a very comfortable inn is 

 beautifully situated in a bend of the river. 



From Whitewell we left by the road which ascends the valley by the 



