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Craven, after all, is an unpleasing country when seen from a
height; its vallies are chiefly wide, and either marshy or
inclosed pasture, with a few trees. Numbers of black cattle are
fatted here, both of the Scotch breed, and a larger sort of oxen
with great horns. There is a little cultivated ground, except a
few oats.
Skipton, to which I went through Long-Preston and Gargrave, is a
pretty large market town, in a valley, with one very broad street
gently sloping downwards from the castle, which stands at the
head of it. This is one of the good Countess's buildings [1], but
on old foundations: it is not very large, but of a handsome
antique appearance, with round towers. A grand gateway, bridge,
and moat, surrounded by many old trees. It is in good repair, and
kept up as the habitation of the Earl of Thanet, though he rarely
come thither: what with sleet, and a foolish dispute about
chaises, that delayed me, I did not see the inside of it, but
went
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