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the music of the bugle-horn would have among these
mountains. It is still heard once every year, at the chase I
have spoken of; a day of festivity for the inhabitants of
this district except the poor deer, the most ancient of them
all. Our ascent even to the top was very easy; when it was
accomplished we had exceedingly fine views, some of the
lofty Fells being resplendent with sunshine, and others
partly shrouded by clouds. Ullswater, bordered by black
steeps, was of dazzling brightness; the plain beyond Penrith
smooth and bright, or rather gleamy, as the sea or sea
sands. Looked down into Boardale, which, like Stybarrow, has
been named from the wild swine that formerly abounded here;
but it has now no sylvan covert, being smooth and bare, a
long, narrow, deep, cradle-shaped glen, lying so sheltered
that one would be pleased to see it planted by human hands,
there being sufficiency of soil; and the trees would be
sheltered almost like shrubs in a green-house. - After
having walked some way along the top of the hill, came in
view of Glenriddin and the mountain at the head of Grisdale.
- Before we began to descend, turned aside to a small ruin,
called at this day the chapel, where it is said the
inhabitants of Martindale and Patterdale were accustomed to
assemble for worship. There are now no traces from which you
could infer for what use the building had been erected; the
loose stones and the few things which yet continue piled up
resemble those which lie
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