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overhead, to the wild flowers underfoot in the wood. On a 

 lustrous summer evening, when the lights are radiant, and 

 the shadows deep and sharp, the scene is incomparable, 

 whatever may be the state of the water. When the stream- 

 let is fullest, and the wind is favourable, it is said the fall is 

 heard the distance of four miles. 



There is something else to be heard here ; and that is the 

 Borrowdale echoes. A cannon is planted in the meadow 

 before the inn, which awakens an uproar from the surround- 

 ing crags to Glaramara. 



The new and handsome Borrowdale Hotel is shortly- 

 reached. By crossing three or four fields from here, an 

 interesting establishment for the propagation of char and 

 trout will be found. There they are, darting about in their 

 separate cisterns, from the tiniest little things to the full- 

 grown fish fit for the table. We understand that it is the 

 aim of the proprietors to compete in the market with the 

 yield from the lakes ; and, if all reports be true in regard to 

 the wholesale destruction of spawning fish permitted on the 

 shores of the lakes, it is possible they may succeed. 



Following the course of the river Derwent, which feeds 

 the lake, in a mile we turn a sharp corner and come rather 

 suddenly upon ©rantje* When the abbots of Furness 

 owned the whole of Borrowdale, a few monks were placed 

 at its entrance to receive and guard the crops; and this 

 place was their granary. It is now a picturesque hamlet, 

 which must be familiar to all who haunt exhibitions of 

 pictures. Nobody who carries a pencil can help sitting 

 down on the grass to sketch it. Just behind is the bold 

 hill, called Lobstone Band, and, to the left, the noble 

 wooded rock, called ©'astle ©'tag, which leaves room only 

 for the road and the river. Nimble youths who have reached 

 its summit say the view is splendid. It is, in itself, a fine 

 spectacle. 



