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the region. The little town of Church Coniston, and the New
Inn, are a mile short of Waterhead; and the stranger must
stop, and look through the place, while his early dinner is
preparing. The Old Man, eleventh in height of the mountains
of the district, (2,576 feet) towers above him; and the
abodes of the people will shew him that he is in the
neighbourhood of a copper mine. There is one, some way up
the mountain; and he may see the winding road up to it.
Higher up, where there is an evident hollow, he is told that
he would find a deep black tarn; and higher up, another. But
to climb the mountain is a day's work, with much doubt of
success, (that is, of a clear summit,) and he must to-day be
satisfied with what is below. Yewdale, with its grey rocks,
cushioned with heather up to their summits, stretches away
northwards from the head of the lake, into a gorge where the
mountains overlap. One of the crags there is called Raven
Crag: and it is said that a pair of ravens is living now,
there or somewhere near. It is to be hoped that, now the
eagles are gone, the last ravens will not be destroyed or
scared away by the shot of the miners, or other rash
sports-men, who are too apt to bring down every bird they
see. There are many picturesque dwellings in the area which
is between the heights and the lake: but the best view of
these is from the point to which the stranger will proceed,
after his lunch or early dinner. He must order his car to
meet him in an hour at the junction of the two lake roads,
on the Hawkshead road; and then he must walk a mile to the
Waterhead, and then on, round the head of the lake, in the
direction
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