Yeavering Bell. 



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The oak-clad ridges there of Akeht swell, 

 And here the bolder slopes of Yeamering Bell, 

 While towering yonder, with his patch of snow, 

 And proudly overlooking all below, 

 Is CHEVIOT'S mighty self, his throne who fills, 

 The admitted monarch of Northumbrian hills.'" 



Yeavering Bell can be seen very distinctly from the 

 railway, its upper part like a cone, with two wide- 



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COUPLAND CASTLE. 



spreading shoulders, shining green and purple in the 



sun. 



Further on the valley widens, the river gliding under 

 gentle wooded slopes on the northern side, and, amid 

 the most exquisite of these woods, rises the beautiful 

 Coupland Castle, with its square towers and angles, fitly 

 placed if ever castle were. There is a dreamy grace 



