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Veni Giggleswick, parum frugis
Profert tellus, clausa jugis:
Ibi vena prope vioe
Fluit, refluit, note, die;
Neque norunt unde vena,
An a sale vel arena.
Thence to Giggleswick, most steril,
Hemm'd with shelves and rocks of peril.
Near to the way, as a traveller goes,
A fine fresh spring both ebbs and flows:
Neither know the learn'd that travel,
What procures it, sand or gravel.
As we approached towards Settle, in our return, a white rock,
like a tower, called Castlebar, immediately above the town, and
about twenty or thirty yards in perpendicular height, engaged our
attention. The precipice is partly natural, and partly a work of
art. It is made deeper and more dangerous every day, in
consequence of stones being got from its bottom and sides, to
supply an adjoining lime-kiln.
Settle is irregularly built; has a large and spacious
market-place, and some good houses in it. Though by no means an
inconsiderable town, either for trade, riches, or number of
inhabitants, it has no church or chapel: the church is at
Giggleswick, about a mile off, which appeared to be the court end
of the parish, consisting chiefly of gentlemen's houses.
From Settle we proceeded eastward, over the moors and mountains,
about half a dozen miles, to Malham, or Maum, in order to see
some other natural curiosities of the precipice and cataract
kind. We had already indeed seen so many, that our wonder could
not easily be excited, except there were more great and terrible:
as such we had them represented at Settle, or else we should
scarce have left the turnpike-road; and when we saw them we were
not disappointed, for great
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