140 RAMBLE OVER DERBYSHIRE HILLS AND DALES. 
of circular form, about a furlong in diameter, surrounded by a 
dry moat once fed by the little stream running down from Car 
Head. 
The Vicarage, close by the west end of the church, completed 
our photographic operations here; and, after breakfasting, we 
hurried away on our northward course, not daring to stay any 
longer in Hathersage, though it contains much we should have 
liked to have taken away with us on our magic plates. 
The old hall of North Lees was our next point, about a mile- 
and-a-quarter from Hathersage. We started at ten o’clock, and 
a very pleasant walk we found it on this bright summer morning. 
How beautiful everything appeared in the warm sunshine ; and 
what delightful sounds fell on the ear, from the throbbing music 
of the soaring lark, high up in the fervid sky, to the ringing of the 
mower’s scythe in the fields below ; the ceaseless hum of happy 
insects, and 
“the blended voice 
Of happy labour, love, and social glee ” 
of the rustics who are tedding the swaths of grass, or turning and 
spreading the scented hay. How refreshing are the sights, the 
scents, and sounds of summer, out in the green fields or on the 
hill-tops, by the babbling brook or in the deep wood. 
“*O God ! methinks it were a happy life 
To be no better than a homely swain.”’ 
Derwent Chapel was our destination, and we had planned to 
take North Lees ex route, but the way being rather rough and 
hilly we had sent Tillett by the highway again, down to Mytham 
Bridge and along the Derwent valley to Ashopton, where we pur- 
posed to meet him. 
A curious incident occurred to us just before reaching North 
ees. 
a little dog belonging to the house seeing us advancing 
along the unfrequented road, barked at us with all his might, but 
finding we took no notice of him, he ran off to an adjoining field 
where the haymakers were busy, and, going to a distant tree, 
