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the top and slopes of Kirkstone, and of similar places, are
fantastic enough in themselves; but the full effect of such
impressions can only be had in a state of weather when they
are not likely to be sought for. It was not till we
had descended considerably that the fields of Hartsope were
seen, like a lake tinged by the reflection of sunny clouds:
I mistook them for Brothers-water, but, soon after, we saw
the Lake gleaming faintly with a steelly brightness, - then,
as we continued to descend, appeared the brown oaks, and the
birches of lively yellow - and the cottages - and the lowly
Hall of Hartsope, with its long roof and ancient chimneys.
During great part of our way to Patterdale, we had rain, or
rather drizzling vapour; for their (sic) was never a drop
upon our hair or clothes larger than the smallest pearls
upon a lady's ring.
The following morning, incessant rain till 11 o'clock, when
the sky began to clear, and we walked along the eastern
shore of Ullswater towards the farm of Blowick. The wind
blew strong, and drove the clouds forward, on the side of
the mountain above our heads; - two storm-stiffened black
yew-trees fixed our notice, seen through, or under the edge
of, the flying mists, - four or five goats were bounding
among the rocks; - the sheep moved about more quietly, or
cowered beneath their sheltering places. This is the only
part of the country where goats are now found;* but
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