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Dobson. He had been seen to go up the old road by Grasthwaite 
How, without a guide, and a great mist and sleet came on, with a 
storm of hail, about four in the afternoon, and it was supposed he 
had fallen from Tarn Crag. The dog that was with him was a 
terrier much like his own in breed, so he had heard, he never saw 
it; it was “a yallow short-haired un,” he had been told. The 
three pups were found dead all round her when she was discovered, 
and she was starved very nearly to death, but very wild, and no 
fight in her at all, so he had been told, when they loosened the 
- hounds. 
It was one they called Young, and another—he thought it might 
have been Grisedale, but of this he was not sure—that went up to 
bring the body down on Sunday, but it was George Harrison that 
found the body on the Saturday, when he was “lating woolled 
sheep, for sheep getherin’ on t’ fells, or clippin’, he could not 
mind whether.” 
George Harrison and his brother William were shepherds “for 
yan John Mounsey, last King o’ Patterdeal,” and he had heard 
tell that “the skull was clean picked o’ flesh, and was a gay good 
way off frae t’ body, but aw t’ rest o’ t’ body was togidder, and t’ 
beans war inside t’ cleas” (clothes). 
The old man knew the place where the body was found, but 
never heard about grass seeds being sown. He was too infirm to 
attempt to get up to the spot now. 
One fact that interested me much was the existence of a great 
“bowder stean” by the side of the old path up Swirrel Edge, or 
rather, where the old path zigzags into the newer path. ‘On that 
stean,” he had heard his father say, ‘‘Sir Walter Scott sat, the day 
they came to see the place where the young gentleman was found, 
and to write their bits of potery about it.” He knew all about Sir 
Walter, had read his poems, and was evidently of opinion that 
Sir Walter had gone to the “‘girt stean” to have a good look at the 
fatal cliff. 
This was a hint to my friend and myself as to the whereabouts 
of the “huge nameless rock.” When we afterwards climbed up to 
the Tarn, and leaving it on our left began to ascend Swirrel Edge, 
