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scene in his book. The children will say he is ' spying fan- 

 cies/ — as they say of every one who sketches, botanizes, or 

 in any way explores ; and, perhaps, somebody may have the 

 good taste to advise him to come at night, when the glow 

 from the fires make the thicket a scene of singular wildness 

 and charm. A sad story about the charcoal-burners belongs 

 to this neighbourhood. On two farms lived families which 

 were about to be connected by marriage. The young lover 

 was *a coaler,*- — a charcoal-burner; and one stormy day, 

 when he was watching his fire, and sitting on a stone near 

 to his hut to take his dinner, he was struck dead by lightning. 

 The poor crazy survivor, his Kitty Dawson, went to that hut 

 after the funeral, and would never leave it again. She did 

 nothing but sit on that stone, or call his name through the 

 wood. She was well cared for. There was always food in 

 the hut ; and some kind eye daily on the watch, — though 

 with care not to intrude. One day in winter, some sports- 

 men who were passing took the opportunity of leaving some 

 provisions in the hut. They became silent in approaching, 

 and silenced their dogs. But she could never more be dis- 

 turbed. They found her dead. 



It is ten miles from Newby Bridge (Lake Side Station) to 

 the cheerful town of "latlljergiton with which it is now con- 19 

 nected by railway. From Ulverston to Furness Abbey it is 26 

 seven more. The former portion of the journey is pretty — 

 by the side of the river Leven ; and then we get a sea-view 

 at the small port of Greenodd. After Ulverstone, the no- 

 ticeable feature is the vast quantities of iron ore about the 

 stations and the miner's shafts about the fields by the rail- 

 way. 



There is a handsome and excellent hotel at Furness Abbey, 

 which has many attractions, besides the first-class accommo- 

 dation which it offers, in the various relics of antiquity which 



