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by rail, if preferred, but far preferably on foot. Going 

 about half-a-mile along the highway, presently, upon the 

 left, there is a gate into a downward-sloping field, the 

 path through which is continued under a flat railway 

 bridge, then past the first of the celebrated Chatburn 

 quarries, and into the fields again. Or we may go along 

 the foot of mighty Pendle itself, and along a series of 

 narrow and winding green lanes to Downham. The 

 Chatburn quarries are capital hunting-grounds for the 

 student of fossil shells, encrinites, and other remains 

 found in limestone. We are enjoined to "consider the 

 lilies of the field" not foreign to the Divine behest is it 

 to consider the Crinoidea, the wonderful stone-lilies of 

 the limestone rock, the petrified flower-like heads of 

 which here occur in inexpressible abundance. The great 

 stones set up edgeways in place of stiles between the 

 fields near the quarries, are crowded with fragments, 

 and show the rough condition of a favourite material for 

 chimneypieces. For the sake of ladies who may think 

 of going this way, it may be well to add that the vertical 

 stone barriers in question were plainly erected in defiance 

 of the art of dress. 



Chatburn is the point to start from when the top of 

 Pendle is the object, a rather heavy climb of two miles 

 and a-half, but if the atmosphere be clear, well rewarded. 

 The view from Whalley Nab was magnificent. Pendle 

 is to the latter just what Cobden Edge is to Marple a 

 brow upon which the former grandeurs seem diminished 

 to a fifth. The glistening waters of the Irish Sea beyond 



