|  | The finest part of the Duddon scenery is just here; and it 
is a charming walk by the stepping-stones, celebrated by 
Wordsworth, and up and over the moor, to descend upon 
Eskdale. The travelling party sees nearly the same view, as 
far as the mountain is concerned, by crossing at Ulpha Kirk, 
and getting upon the moor that way. As soon as the 
enclosures are past, up springs the lark, and freely run the 
rills, and keen is the air; and ghostlike are the mountains 
that appear by degrees above the high foreground of the 
moor. It is a rare pleasure in the lake district to meet 
with the lark. It is only on a very wide expanse of moorland 
that it can happen; for in the valleys the birds of prey 
allow no songsters. The eagles are gone (or nearly), and few 
ravens are left among the crags: but there are hawks 
domineering in every vale; so that those who would hear the 
lark must go out to such places as Birker Moor.- The 
mountain group in front is that which has been remarked upon 
before as the centre of the region;- the lofty nucleus 
whence the vales diverge (as Wordsworth observed after 
Green) "like the spokes of a wheel." Scawfell is the 
highest; and the whole line, from that peak to Hardknot, is 
very fine in all lights. The dark basin 
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