[Oct: 3.]
Behind
you are the magnificent heights of Walla-crag;
opposite lie the thick hanging woods of Ld Egremont,
& Newland-valley with green & smiling
fields embosom'd in the dark cliffs; to
the left the jaws of Borodale,
with that turbulent Chaos of mountain behind mountain
roll'd in confusion; beneath you, & stretching
far away to the right, the shining purity of the Lake,
just ruffled by the breeze enough to shew it is alive,
reflecting rocks, woods, fields, & inverted tops
of mountains, with the while buildings of Keswick,
Crosthwait-church,
& Skiddaw for a back-ground at distance. Oh
Doctor! I never wish'd more for you; & pray think,
how the glass played its part in such a spot, wch is
called Cars-close-reeds:
I chuse to set down these barbarous names, that any body
may enquire on the place, & easily find the particular
station, that I mean. This scene continues to Barrow-gate,
& a little farther, passing a brook called Barrow-beck,
we enter'd Borodale. The
crags, named Lodoor-banks now
begin to impend terribly over your way; & more terribly,
when you hear, that three years since an immense mass
of rock tumbled at once from the brow, & bar'd all
access to the dale (for this is the only road) till they
could work their way thro' it. Luckily no one was passing
at the time of this fall; but down the side of the mountain
& far into the lake lie dispersed the huge fragments
of this ruin in all shapes & in all directions. Something
farther we turn'd aside into a coppice, ascending a little
in front of Lodoor water-fall. The height appears
to be about 200 feet, the quantity of water not great,
tho' (these three days excepted) it had rain'd daily
in the hills for near two months before: but then the
stream was nobly broken, leaping from rock to rock, &
foaming with fury. On one side a towering crag, that
spired up to equal, if not overtop, the neighbouring
cliffs (this lay all in shade & darkness) on the
other hand a rounder broader projecting hill shag'd with
wood
& illumined by the wun, wch glanced sideways on the
upper part of the cataract. The force of the water wearing
a deep channel in the ground hurries away to join the
lake. We descended again, & passed the stream over
a rude bridge. Soon after we came under Gowder-crag,
a hill more formidable to the eye & to the apprehension
than that of Lodoor; the rocks atop, deep-cloven
perpendicularly by the rains, hanging loose & nodding
forwards, seem just starting from their base in shivers:
the whole way down & the road on both sides is strew'd
with piles of the fragments strangely thrown across each
other & of a dreadful bulk. The place reminds one
of those passes in the Alps, where the Guides tell you
to move on with speed, & say nothing, lest the agitation
of the air should loosen the snows above, & bring
down a mass, that would overwhelm a caravan. I took their
counsel here and hasten'd on in silence.
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