162 THE NATURALIST. 



preservation of British plants. Some men who often visit the Tees- 

 dale district, are absolutely disliked by the natives, on account of their 

 greedy ways — they even go so far as to eradicate a plant rather than leave 

 it for some one else to find. They are described by one or two local bo- 

 tanists (not collectors,) as " cunning, greedy old men." 



I may say that the course of our journey was, from Barnard Castle, 

 through Lartington, Cotherstone, and Eomaldkirk, to the turnpike before 

 crossing the Tees to enter Middleton-in-Teesdale, thence on the Yorkshire 

 side of the river, by Crossthwaite Scars, through Hoi wick, by Hoi wick 

 Scars, and across the meadows to Winch Bridge (which, by the way, is not 

 marked on the Ordnance Map,) then for a short distance up the bed of the 

 Tees, crossing to the Durham side, and along the high road to High 

 Force Inn, thence through the woods to High Force, crossing the river 

 above the fall into Yorkshire, and down about a mile to the foot bridge, 

 and back to High Force Inn. 



This was our first day. On the second we left the inn and kept to 

 the road for somewhat over a mile, then turning into the enclosed pas- 

 tures, keeping to the Durham side of the Tees, we passed Cronkley 

 Brid"-e, under Cronkley Scars, along Widdy Bank, up the front and over 

 the top of Falcon Clints, dropping down to Cauldron Snout, close to which 

 is the junction of Yorkshire, Durham, and Westmoreland, these counties 

 being separated by Maizebeck and the Tees. Here we crossed by the 

 foot bridge half way down Cauldron Snout into Westmoreland, and then 

 over Maizebeck again into Yorkshire, thence over Cronkley Fell down to 

 White Force (now dry) and the Tees, on by the river to the top of High 

 Force, over again into Durham and up through the woods to High Force 

 Inn. Our walk this day was shortened by a heavy storm that came on 

 about noon, and wetted us all to the skin. In the evening (after partial 

 drying) we rode to Barnard Castle to sleep. 



On the third day we walked along the Durham side of the Tees to 

 the "Pay Bridge," (as it is locally called,) just below Egglestone Abbey, 

 crossed to see the Abbey, and then kept along the road to the corner of 

 Bokeby Park, thence by the river side to the junction of the Tees and 

 Greta, over the stone bridge by " The Dairy," past Mortham Tower, and 

 down to Greta Bridge, which looks deserted and smells of mould and 

 decay ; by Tutta Beck, past the Roman Camp, back to the Greta, and along 

 the bed of the river to Brignall, passing on our way the very lovely ruins 

 of the old church, with the little square walled-in churchyard, and the 



