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built by the Devil one night in windy weather; he had but one
apron full of stones for the purpose, and unfortunately his
apron-string breaking as he flew with them over Casterton-fell,
he lost many of them out, or the bridge would have been much
higher.
From the top of the bridge the prospect down the river is
delightful: the sides of the deep channel covered with trees, are
nearly parallel for half a mile, and the water one continued
surface, save here and there where a pointed rock lift up its
head above the stream. We walked down by the side of the river
about a mile, and as we proceeded were continually presented with
new prospects; while the soft murmurs of the river afforded a
variety of different notes. The vale of Lonsdale dilating by
degrees, presented us in succession with the different seats and
villages that adorn it: Whittington and Arkholme to the west;
Tunstal, Melling, Hornby and its castle, to the south; and Leck
to the east. The brown and blue mountains of Burnmore and
Lyth-fell terminated the view, which we could have wished had
extended still farther to the south. While we were selecting
various objects for our amusement, we suddenly and insensibly
arrived at Overborough, the seat of Thomas Fenwick, Esq. a modern
house and one of the largest and most elegant in the county of
Lancaster: being situated on a rising ground, though near the
river Lune, its different fronts command all the delightful
prospects which the vale affords. During our excursion through
the gardens and pleasure grounds adjoining, we were presented
with views of a different sort to any we had hitherto enjoyed:
sometimes we were embowered with woods and lofty trees - nothing
of the adjacent country to be seen, save here and there the blue
peak of Ingleborough, or some neighbouring mountain; till we
crossed a broad vista, which suddenly exhibited a new and
unexpected scene of the winding vale beneath. A stranger, in
going from the hall to the gardens, must be struck with a
surprise bordering on terror, on viewing the profound and gloomy
glen by the side of his way. The trees which guard this steep
bank prevent the eye from seeing the river Leck, which flows
through a chasm
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