140 DOVE DALE REVISITED 



this dale was the shriek of a rabbit on the other 

 side of the river. A stoat had seized and was 

 clinging to his throat. One of us threw a stone 

 at him, and the stoat quitted his prey, and was 

 off like a shot into the river-bank, but the rabbit 

 lay dead on the green grass. 



" Beneath the quaint little manor-house of 

 Wolfscote Grange," says Mr. Sheldon, " stands 

 one of the boldest bluffs of rock, and at the 

 foot of it is a cavern named ' Frank 's i' the 

 Rock,' and so called on account of a man 

 bearing that name, who lived in it many years 

 with his wife, and had eleven children there." 

 This is elsewhere called Franklin Rock (see 

 illustration). 



A little farther down we found the Stafford- 

 shire side impassable, and so crossed over by 

 a very picturesque bridge called Wolfscote 

 Bridge to the Peak of Derbyshire side. It 

 forms a delightful picture when viewed from the 

 open meadow below, overhung as it is by the 

 green foliage of large trees forming a lovely 

 background. 



On our left, as we pass down the dale, we 

 come upon an enormous rough-looking moun- 

 tain with a horse-road leading from it to the 



