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overhanging it. Our companion once saw a 

 foolhardy fellow standing and waving his arms 

 on the top of this pulpit. Here the Dale takes 

 a turn, and we come upon that huge rocky pillar 

 which is called Pickering Tor. 



The path at best was slippery, and oftentimes 

 rocky. We had hoped by way of diversion to 

 run up to " Reynard's Cave," but when we got 

 to the foot we thought better of it, and so we 

 passed on, and it grew darker and darker. The 

 cave known as the " Kitchen" I take to be the 

 cave which is not visible until you have ascended 

 and passed through the enormous arch which is 

 at least forty feet high ; then you come upon the 

 " Kitchen," which is a very cosy little place. And 

 there it was that Reynard, the robber, used to 

 broil his chop and stew his potatoes. 



The path grew rougher and steeper ; we had 

 frequently to cling to each other for support ; 

 and by the time we had reached the top of the 

 Sharplow Cliff (I think it is so called), above the 

 Lover's Leap, it was pitch dark, and the owls 

 were flitting about on their noiseless wings, now 

 and again hooting their weird shrill notes. It 

 was there I saw in the distance a glimmering 

 white light, which I at once pronounced to be 



