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several places suddenly lose themselves in the ground, 

 bursting out again, it may be miles away, after the manner 

 of the Guadal quiver; here, at Wormhill, it appears, 

 nevertheless, to have its most pleasing illustration. The 

 Tor is found in the magnificent gorge in front, a stupen- 

 dous mass of limestone, rising vertically from the water's 

 edge, with a grand curvilinear outline of nearly a quarter 

 of a mile in extent, the surface uniformly grey and bare, 

 except for scattered ivy and a few iron-like yews that are 

 anchored in the crevices. Upon the opposite side there 

 is a corresponding cliff, but less precipitous, and clothed 

 in every part with half-pendulous shrubs and trees. This 

 wonderful scene may be reached also from Ashwood 

 Dale, starting from Buxton, and when about half way to 

 Bakewell creeping down on the left to the margin of 

 the stream. The path is romantic, but cannot be recom- 

 mended, being in many parts difficult and here and there 

 decidedly perilous. 



