112 BOEDER DISTRICT. 



after quitting Calder Bridge, where, thanks to 

 its second inn, we succeeded in getting a car, 

 how sudden was the change from the rich park 

 bordering the river and village, it almost a 

 town, to the naked upland fell, seemingly 

 stretching away on the right interminably 

 into the wild mountain district from which we 

 had started. And, next in our descent, how 

 rapid was our passage from the bordering hilly 

 corn country into this, in one direction at least 

 hardly less wild and grand than that from 

 which we took our departure. 



PISCATOR. We are, remember, on the borders 

 of the Lake District, and the transitions you 

 speak of are the natural consequences. We 

 witnessed the same when we visited Hawes- 

 water last year, going from Shap-fells to Bamp- 

 ton Grange, and from thence by Lowther to 

 Pooley Bridge and Ulswater. The variety 

 afforded in these border rambles is, to me, very 

 delightful, a variety not confined to scenery, 

 but extending as much, or more, to almost 

 every particular object that meets the eye, the 

 crops, the farm-houses, the natives, and even 

 the wild vegetation by the way side. I hope 

 you saw and admired the beautiful colouring in 



