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RAMBLE OVER DERBYSHIRE HILLS AND DALES. 147 
more correctly speaking, he came across us, for it is his business to 
waylay all strangers—but he was not soft enough to help to pull 
our cart up the Winnats, not he ; however, as he was not willing to 
work, he got no pay, and soon left us. Hercules! what a pull it 
was up that steep and stony road. The wind whistled through 
the rocky portals, and we puffed and blowed too—one ought not 
to be short of wind to pull a cart, be it ever so light and springy, 
GREAT PEAK.CAVERN, CASTLETON. 
up the Wind-gates! But turn and behold the scene at your feet, 
where the sweet Vale of Hope lies mapped out in light and shade. 
Look at the everlasting hills in grand array stretching away into 
the dim distance, fleckered over with the shifting shadows of the 
clouds! “The eye can hardly wander over a more delightful 
scene than is here displayed.” Turn again, and precipitous slopes 
and rugged rocks make up the savage scene; and “the tale of 
