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Page 203:- 
  
a number of cavities all over the mountain, resembling inverted 
cones; the most remarkable is 'Barefoot Wives' Hole,' a large 
funnel-shaped pit, 50 yards in diameter, and about 26 yards deep. 
It is always dry, the water which may flow into it being 
swallowed amongst the loose stones at the bottom. These pits are 
said to be similar to those found on the Mounts Etna and 
Vesuvius. Ingleborough, or 'The Station of Fire,' has doubtless 
been, in the time of the Romans, a place of defence, and a beacon 
of 'smoke by day and fire by night' to communicate the 
intelligence of any irruption or insurrection to the surrounding 
castelli and encampments. 
  
Soft twilight hues are blending o'er thee now,  
Hill of my native vale; 'mid cloudless skies  
Thy giant cliffs in peaceful grandeur rise,  
And the light mists are wreathed round thy brow;  
Erewhile the thunder cloud's abiding place  
Where closed the elements in fearful strife -  
Yet of its ravages the tempest rife  
With desolation, there has left no trace  
Distinguishable 'neath the purple vest  
Of Ev'ning, now thy form enveloping.  
Like thine, the Wanderer's eve with peace be blest,  
The troubles o'er Life's dark day chequering:  
And Hope to cheer him, still in mercy given,  
Then gently guide him to her native heaven.[1]  
P. 
  
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  Ingleton  
  Ingleton church 
  
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In the Parochial Chapel of INGLETON,- a village situate on the 
confines of the West-Riding of Yorkshire, and on a lofty bank of 
the Greeta, one of the 
  
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[] 
For this and the preceding Sonnet on Ravenwray, we are indebted 
to a Reverend Vicar - a school-fellow, class-fellow, and, through 
life, a dear friend of ours - who lived beloved - close by the 
scenery he so well portrays - and died alike lamented by all, 
high and low, rich and poor. He was the only man we have known 
who had, what is vulgarly called, 'the good word' of every body. 
To him we are also beholden for the description of the Norman 
Font in Ingleton Church, as well as for being instrumental in the 
bringing out of a drawing of it by a Yorkshire artist, Mr. Binns, 
of Halifax - as accurate as his portraits: we can give it no 
higher panegyric. 
  
 
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-- "Barefoot Wives' Hole" -- Braithwaite Wife Hole 
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