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up, one by one, by the wild west wind in its impetuous 

 course, and by degrees blotting out landmark after landmark, 

 till all we can see is the trace of the Roman road at our feet. 

 Glorious too is it to see the clouds suddenly burst, first over- 

 head, revealing the deep blue sky above, then opening wide 

 over blue Winandermere, shining in the evening sunlight, 

 and away by Scawfell and Helvellyn in their new soft-fallen 

 mask of snow, to Ullswater and Hayes Water, and to the 

 long flat range of Cross Fell. But such pleasures as these 

 are to be enjoyed only by those who know High Street well, 

 for many are the tales told in the surrounding valleys of tra- 

 vellers who have lost their way on the flat top of this moun- 

 tain; and even shepherds, who are acquainted with every 

 rock and bush on the hill-sides, have had to pass the night 

 in the open air. Gladgove Gill, which runs between Gavel 

 Crag and Wander Scar, in Kentmere Head, had its name 

 changed to Gillespie Gill a few years ago, from the circum- 

 stance of three men — two of whom were named Gillespie, — 

 having died there from cold on their way from Hayes Water 

 to Staveley. 



Leaving Blea Water, we will now follow the beck which 

 issues from its lower end and is soon joined by the stream 

 from Small Water, which forms a pretty cascade higher up. 

 Crossing it, we again follow the path down the valley to 

 X2Elatt(al0 ©rem* 



The Dun Bull is a very comfortable and clean little inn, 

 situated in the midst of fresh green fields, and surrounded 

 by some of the sycamores for which Westmorland is so fam- 

 ous. ^H;ab3e0 33^atcr, however, the object of our visit, is a 

 mile further on, so we recross the beck and soon reach the 

 water-side. The view looking down the lake is rather tame ; 

 like all the lakes, it should be seen from below, so we stroll 

 along its banks as far as Measand Becks, and, looking back. 



