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work, with black and sweaty brows, garnering the 

 coal-harvest sown there before the Flood. Sickle above 

 and pick below were gathering simultaneously the 

 layers of wealth that Nature had stored in her parlor 

 and cellar for man. 



I passed through Barnsley and Wakefield on this 

 day's walk, towns full of profitable industries and 

 busy populations, and growing in both after the 

 American impulse and expansion. If the good " Vicar 

 of Wakeneld" of the olden time could revisit the 

 scene of his earthly experience, and look upon the old 

 church of his ministry as it now appears, renovated 

 from bottom to the top of its grand and lofty spire, he 

 would not be entrapped again so easily into assent to 

 the Greek apothegm of the swindler. 



I lodged at a little village inn between Wakeneld 

 and Leeds, after a day of the most enjoyable walk 

 that I had made. Never before, between sun and sun, 

 had I passed over such a section of above-ground and 

 under-ground industry and wealth. The next morning 

 I continued northward, and noticed still more striking 

 combinations of natural productions and human indus- 

 tries than on the preceding day. One small, rural area 

 in which these were blended impressed me greatly, 

 and I stopped to photograph the scene on my mind. 

 In a circle hardly a third of a mile in diameter, there 

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