This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 Excerpt: ...High Wray, Wray Castle, and back by Waterbarngates.--15 miles. Tarn How, the Tarns, Yew Tree and back by High Cross.--6 miles. Hawkshead, Esthwaite Water and back.--13 miles. Over Wrynose, Hardknott, through Eskdale to Wastwater.--31 miles. Tilberthwaite Ghyll.--3% miles. Ambleside.--9 miles. Grasmere.--12 miles. ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 Excerpt: ...High Wray, Wray Castle, and back by Waterbarngates.--15 miles. Tarn How, the Tarns, Yew Tree and back by High Cross.--6 miles. Hawkshead, Esthwaite Water and back.--13 miles. Over Wrynose, Hardknott, through Eskdale to Wastwater.--31 miles. Tilberthwaite Ghyll.--3% miles. Ambleside.--9 miles. Grasmere.--12 miles. Hawkshead Ferry, Belle, Gran ge, Wray Castle and back by Waterbarngates and High Cross.--20 miles. Furness Abbey and back by train.--24 miles. This latter forms a continuation of our present excursion. We therefore wend our way to the railway station on the side of a hill above the village, looking down upon it and the waters of the bright lake, which sparkle in the sunshine; and take our seats in the train we find awaiting us. As we whirl along from Coniston, a grand panoramic scene lies before us, into which enter all the beauties of fell, rock, wood, and water, with their charming and innumerable varieties, and we are entranced with the colossal firmness of the mighty hills, the sublimity of the crags and slopes, and "the poetry which breathes from their streams, dells, and airy heights," as with a delightful vision. We soon reach the station at Torver, a small village from which many persons prefer to make the ascent of the Old Man. An old church, consecrated by licence from Archbishop Cranmer in 1538, stood on the site of the present one. Leaving this place, we speed along down a gradient over a rough tract of country, mostly known as "fell" land, with here and there a homestead, where some hardy son of toil resides and occupies himself with tilling his little enclosure and tending the mountain sheep. On these unfrequented wilds are many traces of the ancient Celt. To the antiquarian, the neighbourhood offers endless employm...
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