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reach a wire fence well up on the top that divides 

 some sheep ranges, pass through a gate, and have 

 a mile yet to the highest ground in front of you; 

 but you could traverse it in a buggy, it is so smooth 

 and grassy. The grass fails just befose the summit 

 is reached, and the ground is covered with small 

 fragments of the decomposed rock. The view is 

 impressive, and such as one likes to sit down to 

 and drink in slowly, a 



" Grand terraqueous spectacle, 

 From centre to circumference, unveil'd." 



The Avind was moderate and not cold. Toward 

 Ulleswater the mountain drops down abruptly many 

 hundred feet, but its vast western slope appeared 

 one smooth, unbroken surface of grass. The fol- 

 lowing jottings in my notebook, on the spot, pre- 

 serve some of the features of the scene: "All the 

 northern landscape lies in the sunlight as far as 

 Carlisle, 



" A tumultuous waste of huge hilltops; " 

 not quite so severe and rugged as the Scotch moun- 

 tains, but the view more pleasing and more exten- 

 sive than the one I got from Ben Venue. The 

 black tarns at my feet, Keppel Cove Tarn one of 

 them, according to my map, how curious they 

 look! I can just discern the figure of a man mov- 

 ing by the marge of one of them. Away beyond 

 Ulleswater is a vast sweep of country necked here 

 and there by slowly moving cloud shadows. To 

 the northeast, in places, the backs and sides of the 

 mountains have a green, pastoral voluptuousness, so 



