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of the world, and the farther you recede from it in 

 concentric circles, the nearer you get to the outposts of 

 civilisation falsely so called.&quot; Dent town and the 

 valley of Dent make a kind of paradise to a man 

 troubled with cares of Geological Surveys and Coal 

 Commissions. Fancy a valley some six or eight miles 

 long, well watered, with green sloping pastures and 

 noble trees, with great peaceful, solemn hills all 

 around ; noises unknown from the outer world, no 

 sounds, in fact, but those made by winds and running 

 rivers, or dropping rains and cattle, and the voices of 

 &quot; the kindly race of men,&quot; and church-bells o Sundays. 

 All the children are clean (very) ; all the men are 

 stalwart and frank, honest and brave ; and all the 

 women that are not beautiful are comely, some of 

 them stalwart too. Men, women, and children, Danes 

 by descent, are fair, with blue open eyes states 

 men,&quot; the men part, in the northern sense of the term 

 frank and respectful, for self-respect makes folk 

 respectful to others. 



* I have been away from home for four and a 

 half months, as human mortals usually count them, 

 but to me the time looks like four and a half mortal 

 years, and I long to see Louisa and my children 

 again. 



His journeys of inspection now ranged over the 

 whole breadth of the northern counties of England. 

 On the 2 ist November 1868 he wrote to me from 

 Barnsley : Since I saw you I have been at Newcastle, 

 Bellingham, Morpeth, Ponteland, Richmond, Harro- 

 gate, Pateley Bridge, Otley, Bolton Bridge, Skipton, 

 and here. I have seen, besides geology, Ripon 

 Cathedral, Knaresboro, Kirk Hamerton (real Danish 

 or Anglo-Saxon), Bolton Abbey and Fountains Abbey, 



