Dee Te. Dl es 
GHAPTER I 
ON FARLETON FELL 
‘‘T got up the mountain edge, and from the top saw the world 
stretcht out, cornlands and forest, the river winding among meadow- 
flats, and right off, like a hem of the sky, the moving sea,’’— 
MavcriceE HEwLett: Pan and the Young Shepherd. 
TRAVELLING from Scotland by the London and North- 
Western Railway, as the train roars down the long 
incline which leads from Shap to the coastal plain of 
Lancashire, the eye catches, on the left-hand side, a 
strange grey hill of bare rock rising abruptly, the 
last outpost of the mountains. It is so different in 
appearance from the Westmorland fells which have 
just been traversed, that one looks at it with curiosity, 
and desires an opportunity of a nearer acquaintance. 
During the preceding half-hour we have been passing 
through country of the type that is familiar in the 
Lake District and in Wales—picturesque ridgy hills 
with rocky or grassy slopes, and fields and trees 
<¥ occupying the lower grounds. But over much of the 
&2 surface of this grey hill there appear to be scarcely 
“; any plants. A dense scrub of Hazel and other small 
c.» trees clings to its screes in patches, but the continuous 
—,. mantle of vegetation is lacking. 
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