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basin hemmed in by a black and forbidding wall of 

 moorland. But the stream one seems to be following 

 up to its source turns a flank ; the road climbs steeply 

 to a col at less than the i2OO-ft line, and after a 

 stretch of fell, some black and some white, but all 

 inhabited by the active, dark-faced sheep roughs let 

 us call them drops through woodlands into the upper 

 Wyre valley and over another fell along a plain-sailing, 

 if somewhat switchback, road into Lancaster. It was 

 grass country nearly all the way ; only within a mile or 

 two of Lancaster, where the limestone begins again, did 

 we find any land under the plough. 



