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ward, by Barnard Castle, Bowes, over Stainmore to 

 Brough, Appleby, and Penrith ; and from thence to 

 my uncle's at Ainstable. On leaving him and his 

 family, I walked home that day to Cherryburn, and 

 so on the next to Newcastle. 



I have not interlarded this journey with any of 

 my remarks on the road on the grandeur of York 

 Minster the large upright stones called "The 

 Devil's Arrows," near Boroughbridge the exten- 

 sive prospects from Cross Fell, &c.; and therefore 

 my dear Jane must regard the whole of this merely 

 as one of my "tramps," and a description of these 

 places by others may be referred to. 



In another of my perambulations, I prevailed on 

 my acquaintance, Walter Cannaway, to accompany 

 me to Berwick. We set off on an Easter Sunday 

 morning, in 1784, by the seaside, and our first halt 

 was at Chevington, beyond Widdrington. I had 

 not broken my fast, and was quite ready to make a 

 hearty meal upon some dry barley cake and cheese, 

 whilst my thirsty companion, with equal pleasure, 

 enjoyed himself with hearty draughts of ale. We 

 reached Lesbury in the afternoon, and, when my 

 fellow-traveller sat down, he observed, that I might 

 go on if I pleased, but he would not move a foot 

 further that night. Next day, after sauntering 

 about a little in the villages on our road, we 

 reached Elwick, the hospitable mansion of my 

 friend Thomas Younghusband, Esq., where we 

 stopped that night. Mr. Younghusband happened 

 to have a few of his friends to spend the evening 

 with him. We got on to make merry and to sing 

 songs ; and, when it came to Cannaway's turn, the 

 party were so agreeably surprised and pleased at 

 his performance that we did not separate till the 



