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heard flowing below, and lie suspected there was another cave. 

 Having, with his gardener, made his way down the hole, they 

 were presently stopped by a deep pool of water. Mr Farrer 

 fixed a candle to his cap, and a rope round his body (the end 

 of which was held by the gardener), and swam across the dark 

 lake, but found on the other side an impassable wall of lime- 

 stone. This wall, we were told, was to be bored, and it was 

 hoped that a passage would thus be made into another cave, 

 so that it would be possible to proceed to the other side of the 

 mountain " Ingleborough ". 



The next day we visited Weathercote cave. This is quite 

 different from Clapham cave. A pleasant drive of four miles 

 past Chapel-le-Dale (said to be the smallest church in England) 

 brought us to the cave. It is walled in, but a guide is at 

 hand to show the cave on payment of a small fee. The cave 

 consists of two holes or caverns, separated by an enormous 

 stone which forms a natural arch. All around are dark rocks, 

 overgrown with ivy, ferns, and mosses ; and underneath are 

 rough blocks of stone. You go through the first cavern, and 

 come in sight of the fall within the second. It is necessary 

 to walk cautiously here, for the rocks are as slippery as glass. 

 One of our party fell, knocking down three others ; but happily 

 a few bruises were the only results. 



By scrambling down some ten feet farther, the foot of the 

 waterfall is reached. The water, after its fall of 75 feet, 

 disappears under ground for about a mile, and then appears 

 again as the little river Doe, or Dale Beck, which flows down 

 the Beezley Falls and joins the river Greta at Ingleton. The 

 visitor can stand behind the fall, if he does not object to a 

 shower-bath while making his way there. 



After leaving Weathercote cave, we proceeded to Gingle 

 Pot, a curious vertical chasm in the ground, which is 90 feet 

 long, 1(H feet wide, and 54 feet deep. The name is given to 

 it in consequence of the jingling sound made by stones thrown 

 in. In winter and in time of floods the rush of water is so 

 great, that huge stones are thrown up, and left on the edge of 

 the chasm. Our guide showed us a huge piece of rock thrown 

 up thus. 



As we wished to make the most of our week at Ingleton, we 

 used, after our long excursions in the morning, to walk in 



