54 KIRKSTONE PASS. 



He returns the way he came, by boat, to the inn, 

 and, after dinner, up Kirkstone Pass. He will 

 hear and see enough to make him wish 

 ^B^roE™ to come again, and stay awhile on 

 Ullswater. He would like to walk 

 along Place Fell, above the margin of the lake, 

 where no carriage road is or can be made; and, 

 once there, he would certainly climb the mountain. 

 He would like to enter the bridle road, from the 

 foot of the lake, which leads to Grisedale Tarn, and 

 comes out above Grasmere. He would like to visit 

 Angle Tarn, on the southern end of Place Fell; 

 and, yet more, Hays Water, the large lonely tarn 

 above Hartsop, where the angler delights to se- 

 clude himself, because the trout delights in it too. 

 It is a high treat to follow up the beck from the 

 road, winding among the farms, and then entering 

 the solitude of the pass, till the source of the stream 

 is found in this tarn, a mile and a half from the 

 main road. The little lake is overhung by High 

 Street, so that the Roman Eagles, as well as the 

 native birds of the rocks, may have cast their 

 shadows upon its surface. Its rushy and rocky 

 margin is as wild a place as the most adventurous 

 angler can ever have found himself in. Our tra- 

 veller must, however, come again to see it; for 

 there is no time to diverge to it to-day. 



At the highest inhabited house, at the top of the 

 pass, (which he has walked up, in mercy to his 

 horses,) he leaves the Troutbeck road to the left, 

 and descends rapidly iipon Ambleside, which is 

 between three and four miles from the house. On 

 the left, is the valley or ravine of the Stock, whose 

 waters are concealed by wood. The road runs 



