RAMBLE OVER DERBYSHIRE HILLS AND DALES. III 
and the everlasting shunting, we were heartily glad when the train 
from the north arrived, and we were once more in motion along 
the beautiful valley of the Derwent. 
From Ambergate to Rowsley is a most charming railway ride— 
the green meadows and fine river—the noble tree-covered hills, 
with many a peep beyond—the passing glimpses of Lea Hurst on 
one side, and a pretty cascade on the other—of pine-crowned 
Stonnis, the Gothic-arched bridge and park-like meadows at 
Cromford—Willersley Castle, Matlock Bath, Oker Hiil, Darley 
Dale Church and its celebrated yew, the wood-covered heights of 
Stanton, the meeting of the Wye and Derwent, and a hundred 
other unrecorded objects—make it one of the prettiest routes by 
rail in the kingdom. 
‘* THE PEACOCK,” ROWSLEY. 
Arrived at Rowsley, I may as well, before proceeding further, 
describe our turn-out. Our party consisted of J. A. Warwick, 
W. Hirst, myself, and Tillett, who had charge of the cart, a light 
iron frame with good springs and large wheels, made specially for 
the work. On this cart was mounted a large box containing our 
photographic apparatus, waterproof coats, etc., closely packed ; at 
one end outside this box swung a keg of bitter beer, and at the 
other was fastened a large waterproof pocket containing our linen 
