132 RAMBLE OVER DERBYSHIRE HILLS AND DALES. 
We were often tempted to turn aside, but held our downward 
path till we came to the gurgling brook, which, leaping amid the 
huge masses of rock that had tumbled down from the hills above 
in some remote period, hurried along its varied course from lin to 
lin till it reached the Derwent below. A rustic bridge here and 
there crosses the brook, and seats are scattered about for resting- 
places in the most charming nooks. We did not know where we 
SCENE IN PADLEY WOOD. 
were (but fancied we were trespassing) till afterwards, when it 
appeared that these delightful walks, where the wildness of nature 
is not marred by man’s improvements, belong to the neighbouring 
shooting-box of Longshaw, the property of the Duke of Rutland, 
and is known by the name of Yarncliffe, or Padley, Wood. The 
game was abundant, and so were thé pictures, and we wandered 
about amidst the choicest “bits,” hardly knowing where to 
