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Oct. 1. A grey autumnal day, the air perfectly calm, and mild,
went to see Ulls-water, five miles distant; soon left the Keswick
road, and turned to the left through shady lanes along the vale
of Eamont, which runs rapidly on near the way, rippling over the
stones: to the right is Dalemain, a large fabric of pale red
stone, with nine windows in the front and seven on the side,
built by Mr. Hazel; behind it is a fine lawn surrounded by woods,
and a long rocky eminence rising over them; a clear and brisk
rivulet runs by the house to join the Eamont, whose course is in
sight, and at a small distance. Further on appears
Hutton-St.-John, a castle-like old mansion of Mr. Huddleston.
Approached Dunmallet, a fine pointed hill, covered with wood,
planted by old Mr. Hazel before-mentioned, who lives always at
home, and delights in planting. Walked over a spongy meadow or
two, and began to mount the hill, through a broad straight green
alley, among the trees, and with some toil gained the summit.
From hence saw the lake open directly at my feet, majestic in its
calmness, clear and smooth as a blue mirror, with winding shores
and low points of land covered with green inclosures, white farm
houses looking out among the trees, and cattle feeding.- The
water is almost everywhere bordered with cultivated lands, gently
sloping upwards from a mile to a quarter of a mile in breadth,
till they reach the feet of the mountains which rise very rude
and awful with their broken tops on each hand. Directly in front,
at better than three miles distance, Place-fell, one of the
bravest among them, pushes its bold broad breast into the midst
of the lake, and forces it to alter its course, forming first a
large bay to the left, and then bending to the right. I descended
Dunmallet again by the side avenue, that was only not
perpendicular, and came to Barton-bridge over the Eamont; then
walked through a path in the wood round the bottom of the hill,
came forth where the Eamont issues out of the lake, and continued
my way along its western shore, close to the water, and generally
on a level with it. Saw a cormorant flying over it and fishing.
The figure of the lake nothing resembles that down
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