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like a cloud of blue mist, hanging over the horizon. In the
middle space, Mell-fell, a green pyramidal hill, is a singular
figure. The eye wandering over Castle-rigg will discover the
druid temple on the southern side of the Penrith road. Return to
the path that leads down the ridge of the hill to the east, and,
arrived at the gate that opens into a cross road, descend to the
right, along the precipitous bank of a brawling brook,
Glenderaterra-beck, that is heard tumbling from the mountains,
and concealed by the woods that hang on its steep banks. In the
course of the descent, remark Threlkeld-pike, browned with
storms, and rent by a dreadful wedge-like rock, that tends to the
centre. There are many pastoral cots, and rural seats, scattered
round the cultivated skirts of this side of the mountains of
Skiddaw and Saddleback, sweetly placed and picturesque. The
northern side is less hospitable, being more precipitous, and
much concealed in shade. From the bridge, the road leads to
Threlkeld, and falls into the Penrith road, four miles from
Keswick. The last mentioned brook, Glenderaterra, divides Skiddaw
from Saddleback, called here Threlkeld-fell. From the front of
Mr. Wren's house, the eye will be delighted with the vale of St.
John, sweetly spread out in rural beauty between two ridges of
hills, Lothwaite and Naddle-fells, which,
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