114 A GEOLOGICAL RAMBLE TO INGLEBOROUGH. 



" And oh ! if there be an eljsium on earth, 

 It is this, it is this." 



To gaze upon the broad face of Nature, from this craggy summit, far 

 away from the busy haunts of men, especially when she has put on her 

 most pleasing aspect, is a joy, infinitely beyond comparison with any of 

 the pleasures of towns and cities. But we cannot reasonably hope to 

 experience these delightful emotions without rendering faithful homage to 

 Nature. "When we enter her courts we must shake the dust of the 

 factory and the workshop from us, and yield up our minds and bodies 

 to the full enjoyment of her works. No hurried visit, accompanied by the 

 cankering cares of business, will ever yield them. No, we must leave all 

 such foes to enjoyment behind, for they only act as drags, and prevent us 

 from getting the full benefit of our rambles. And above all we must never 

 forget that 



" In our life alone does Nature live," 



" We may not hope from outward forms to win 

 The passion and the life whose fountains are within." 



It was six o'clock ere we left the summit, and gladly could we have waited 

 to see the sun disappear beyond the western sea, but Ingleborough is not 

 the best of places for a stranger to descend after sunset and we wished to 

 visit one or two other interesting places before nightfall. So, tearing our- 

 selves away from this soul enchanting prospect and casting a parting 

 glance at the limestone fells behind us, we reluctantly descended, well 

 knowing that it would be a great chance for us ever to have so fine a view 

 from it again. But ere finally losing sight of the sea we sat down on a 

 limestone-ridge and enjoyed one more view ; and as a reminiscence of the 

 spot we took a few fronds of the pretty little fern called by botanists 

 Asplenium trichomanes, which grows so abundantly in the crevices of 

 limestone-rocks. Wc then hastened down the moor, passed Crina Bottom 

 and down the same green lane we came up in the morning, and reached 

 our Inn at Ingleton soon after seven. 



After tea we took a walli through the village aud soon found ourselves 

 wandering along the river bank. The Greta , a tributary of the Lune, is formed 

 by the junction at Ingleton, of two streams, one coming down Chapel-dale 

 which is famous for its caves; and the other down the deep and 

 romantic glen of Kings-dale, in which is situated the pretty little waterfall 

 called " Thornton Force." Ingleton is peculiarly interesting to the geologist 

 on account of its slate rocks and igneous dykes. One of these dykes may 



