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and then their seniors. Rising above Flask Wood is 

 tlie rich green of Arkleton Crag, the hill which 

 separates the Ewes, and the little stream of 



" Tarrass for the good bull trout, 

 If it be ta'en in time." 



Carlisle may be seen from the Crag on a clear 

 summer day, but the rival hills above Muckledale are 

 a more lofty theme for " Terrona/-' We cannot say 

 that he loves the Muses, but we do know that he gave 

 Lady Florence Cust a lead after the Eskdale fox 

 hounds down a brae which no woman^s steed had 

 ever trodden before. He vowed on the spot that he 

 would "commemorate the deed for ages yet un- 

 born,^^ and looked up a poet from the dales, who did 

 his spiriting well. The stone was inscribed and con- 

 veyed on a sledge, and duly toasted in whisky ; and 

 there it stands, with this inscription, in fulfilment of 

 the VOW' — 



" Reared by a veteran sportsman's hand. 

 In sunshine and in mist I stand. 

 To tell the time and mark the place 

 Where hisrh-ljred beauty led the chase, 

 And gentle lady's graceful steed 

 Gained fi-om the field its hard-earned meed: — 

 I mark the spot on this wild fell, 

 That fathers to their sons may tell 

 How once a youthful Enghsh briae 

 Taught the rough Borderers to ride." 



A ford to the right, a little farther on, leads to 

 Arkleton past the gardens, which are Mr. John Jar- 

 diners delight. The bowling-green and everything 

 about the house, which overlooks a little wooded 

 burn flowing down from the hills above, are alike 

 trim and tasteful, and the painted glass windows and 



