134 RAMBLE OVER DERBYSHIRE HILLS AND DALES. 
county, used his authority with great severity towards the family 
at Padley.* 
After photographing this relic of olden time from every point of 
view, we retraced our path amid the erratic blocks of gray lime- 
stone with which the field is scattered over, and continued our 
upward route on the high road, with woods on either side, till we 
halted at a moss-covered milestone, close by the wood-gate 
leading down to the Burbage Brook, where we had first wandered. 
Here we enjoyed our bread and cheese, and finished the beer ; 
and whilst resting, a gamekeeper and his assistant came up the 
road. We entered into conversation, and were invited to look 
over the grounds we had so lately left ! 
Up! up! up! it is a long pull, but there is Longshaw. Not a 
very pretentious, but a comfortable-looking place, and I dare say, 
the Duke enjoys himself at this shooting-box quite as much as he 
does at 
“Belvoir, art’s masterpiece and Nature’s pride.” 
Some repairs are going on at the house, a distant view of which 
we take from the road. 
Fox House Inn was next reached, but at this moorland hostelrie 
we only stop for a slight refreshment, and on again, for the sun is 
getting very low, and we must reach Hathersage this night. The 
rocks of Owler, like the Cheesewring in form, on the left, the road 
before us, and the vast moors on our right—what shall we do? 
The road to Hathersage is good, whence the most gorgeous views 
are obtained? Shall we look for the Druid stones on the other 
side of the road below Owler Tor, or shall we cross the moor, and 
try to find our way to Hathersage, leaving Tillett to take the cart 
by the road? The latter course seemed the best, as having more 
of adventure in it, besides, I very much wished to get the rocks 
of Higgar and the ancient British wall at Caelswark, if sufficient 
light were left. 
The Burbage Brook crosses the road a little below Fox House, 
on its wild way to the recesses of Yarncliffe Wood, where we first 
made its acquaintance. A little further on we came to a strange- 
* See Rhodes’ Peak Scenery and Wood’s History of Eyai. 
