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Gentleman's Magazine 1902 part 2 p.423
close, and the body slowly recovered consciousness and
seemingly appreciation of its position. Tortured by thirst
and hunger, with crushed shoulder and side, Jem Bate rose to
survey, with all his old defiance, the shattered cliff
above. As he began to drag himself up the rough passage, his
nerve steadied, but just as he seemed to reach safety, a few
loose fragments hurtled down, and struck him to the ground.
The shock was fearful, but the hardihood of a thousand
scrambles enabled him to survive it. For an hour he lay on
the shelving broken rock, while a wanderer who had seen the
man in the ascent climbed the rugged gable of High Street
and walked along the summit to the top of the gully. This
man had a keen interest in scrambling among uncoventional
climbs, and therefore essayed a descent to meet the other.
But fifty - one hundred feet down he carefully climbed, at
every moment his position becoming more dangerous,
signalling again and again without hearing any response.
Then, as he traversed a rough, projecting rock, he came upon
the still breathing body of Jem Bate. Tenderly, yet with
consummate skill and strength, he lifted it and bore it up
the terrible steep. How he managed it in safety none can
tell, but the shepherd who hastened from Lingmell at the
sound of the danger-cry of his kind found the two lying
together so still that he thought both were dead. In an hour
assistance was at hand, and the cragsman and his rescuer
were being carried towards Mardale.
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III. - A LEGEND OF THE FELLS.
IN the days of King Stephen, Church, Crown, and Barons were
struggling in a quagmire of petty strife and intrigue, but
the attendant horrors were only noted in the vale of Kent by
the extraordinary number of guests of high rank - barons
whose little armies had been destroyed, whose castles had
been sacked, and who could not return to their estates for
fear of their lives - who came and went at Kendal Castle.
The Baron had too many troubles in his own domain to think
of engaging in the struggles raging throughout the country.
Westmorland was not yet fully subjugated by the Normans, and
bands of outlawed Saxons - men whose fathers had fallen on
the ridge at Senlac or by the Isle of Ely, bequeathing
deathless hatred of the foe to their sons, or men whose
worst passions had been excited by the treatment received
from their conquerors - his by day in caves or rude huts far
away among the mountains where the Norman infantry could not
reach, and at
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