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catch the eye of the passenger. A mile further lies Grange,
at the entrance of the dale, with its undulating bridges
crossing the windings of the river. When the Abbots of
Furness owned the whole of Borrowdale, a few monks were
placed at its entrance, to receive and guard the crops; and
this place was their granary. It is now a picturesque
hamlet, which must be familiar to all who haunt exhibitions
of pictures. Nobody who carries a pencil can help sitting
down on the grass to sketch it. Just behind it, the noble
wooded rock, which leaves room only for the road and the
river, is Castle Crag; and nimble youths who have reached
its summit, say the view is splendid. It is, in itself, a
fine spectacle.
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After this, the traveller begins to listen for the fall of
Lodore, and he finds the inn at the distance of a mile from
Grange. It is a delightful little inn, clean and well
managed, and, by its situation, preferable to those at
Keswick, except for the convenience of head-quarters. To
visit the fall, the way is through the gay little garden,
and the orchard, (where the fish-preserves are terrible
temptations to waste of time) and over a foot bridge, and up
into the wood, where the path leads to the front of the
mighty chasm. It is the chasm, with its mass of boulders and
its magnificent flanking towers of rock, that makes the
impressiveness of the Lodore fall, more than the water. No
supply short of a full river or capacious lake could correct
the disproportion between the channel and the flood. After
the most copious rains, the spectacle is of a multitude of
little falls, and nowhere of a sheet or bold shoot of
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