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such as to produce the best possible arrangement of the 
materials before him. 
  
From the borders of the lake, Scho-fell and Gable do not 
much altar (sic) appearance, but Scho-fell from the 
enclosures at Wastdale Head, displays a strikingly different 
contour, and if seen at a proper distance from its base, is 
a sublime object: Yew-barrow, if not like the camelion in 
colour, assumes a decidedly different form from every part 
of the valley. 
  
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The Skrees stretch from the head to the foot of the lake on 
its eastern side, and, from the feet of the monstrous crags 
which often overhang their bases, the mountain is one 
continued surface of loose stones, which occasionally shiver 
into the water; nay, the rocks themselves have been known to 
fall, to the terror and dismay of their peaceful neighbours, 
and so much in volume, as to shake the very foundations of 
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mountains. - They are now at rest, except in frosty weather, 
when, sometimes a large stone is detached from the rest, and 
hurled to the lake. 
  
In the writer's memorandum-book is the following passage: 
"1803, July 20, Went from Mr. Fletcher's, at Wastdale Head, 
to the foot of the lake, crossed the outlet, and got about 
half a mile up the side of the lake under the Screes; the 
morning was uncommonly hot, and suddenly, and unexpectedly, 
came on the most tremendous storm of thunder, lightning, and 
hail, I was ever witness to; though for a long time 
sheltered under a thick holly bush, I was free from the 
hail, yet when the rain began to pour down, the bush was 
more injurious to me than serviceable; and before I could get 
to the foot of the water, my clothes were as completely 
saturated with wet, as if I had been dragged for an hour in 
the lake: I got to Mr. Lancelot Porter's, 
  
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