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in the summer season might have been regarded only for their
venerable majesty, now attracted notice by a pretty
embellishment of green mosses and fern intermixed with
russet leaves retained by those slender outstarting twigs
which the veteran tree would not have tolerated in his
strength. The smooth silver branches of the ashes were bare;
most of the alders as green as the Devonshire cottage-myrtle
that weathers the snows of Christmas. - Will you accept it
as some apology for my having dwelt so long on the woodland
ornaments of these scenes - that artists speak of the trees
on the banks of Ullswater, and especially along the bays of
Stybarrow crags, as having a peculiar character of
picturesque intricacy in their stems and branches, which
their rocky stations and the mountain winds have combined to
give them.
At the end of Gowbarrow park a large herd of deer were
either moving slowly or standing still among the fern. I was
sorry when a chance-companion, who had joined us by the way,
startled them with a whistle, disturbing an image of grave
simplicity and thoughtful enjoyment; for I could have
fancied that those natives of this wild and beautiful region
were partaking with us a sensation of the solemnity of the
closing day. The sun had been set some time; and we could
perceive that the light was fading away from the coves of
Helvellyn, but the lake under a luminous sky, was more
brilliant than before.
After tea at Patterdale, set out again: -
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