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Mallerstang Valley
Description of a VALLEY in Westmoreland.
FEW are perhaps acquainted with that dreary part of
Westmoreland which borders on Yorkshire.
Indeed its forbidding aspect, composed of lofty mountains,
whose craggy summits seem formed of rocks thrown together by
the hand of discord, and frightful deserts laid waste by the
piercing storms of the north, tends to extinguish curiosity,
and prevent travellers from seeking the recesses of a
country, which promise only labour and fatigue. The roads,
or rather paths, between the mountains that lead into those
sequester'd retreats, are often frightful beyond
description. One particularly, about a mile from Wildbore
Fell, deserves notice. The tract which runs along the
side of a mountain almost perpendicular, is not above six
feet wide. Above, enormous projections of rock hang over the
head of the traveller, and threaten to crush him by their
fall; while far below, a rapid torrent tumbles headlong into
the valley, and with its bellowing noise, excites a terror
in the mind that language cannot paint. Not a shrub nor
blade of grass enlivens the prospect; the whole side of the
mountain appearing as if blasted by lightening, and the
place where black despair has fixed her dire aboad.
But notwithstanding the general aspect of the country is so
frightful, and the roads in some parts remarkably dangerous,
yet between these mountains are valleys equally remarkable
for their beauty and fertility. In one of these, a
particular friend, who many years since retreaed from the
noise and hurry of the world, has fix'd his habitation; and
to visit once more that valuable man, before I was overtaken
by the night of death, induced me, last summer, to undertake
the journey, which occasioned the trouble of this letter.
The valley in which my friend lives, is of a circular form,
about a mile in diameter, and surrounded by prodigious
mountains, whose tops, except those to the south, are hidden
in the clouds. Between these mountains are two breaches, the
only passages into this delightful valley, one on the west,
the other on the south. Through the latter, a large stream
of water flows from a lake situated on the south side of the
valley, and supplied by two cataracts, which tumble from
rock to rock down the sides of the mountains. The declivity
of the northern hills being exposed to the prolific rays of
the sun, produces plenty of corn, and the cultivated parts
are bounded by trees, whose lovely verdure, contrasted with
the golden ears of waving corn, and the glowing blossoms of
flowery shrubs in the fences of the corn fields, exhibits
the most delightful prospect. The greatest part of the
valley itself, is divided into fields of pasture, in which
abundance of cattle and sheep are constantly fed. The lake
above-mention'd is well stored with fish of various kinds,
and the several small islands interspersed in it, add
greatly to the beauty of this luxuriant retreat, which
affords every thing necessary to render life agreeable.
One of the cascades that supply the lake with water, rushes
down the mountain's side, in a fine sheet of water, foaming
among the rocks till it reaches the valley, and from thence
glides along a stony channel into the lake. The other is
much less, and its declivity not so rapid; but its various
falls and windings among the rocks, render it more pleasing
to the sight than the former. Facing this small cascade, at
the foot of the northern mountains, my friend's house is
situated; and near it are too (sic) farm-houses, and about a
dozen cottages, the dwellings of husbandmen, the only
inhabitants of this unfrequented vale. But the declivity of
the southern mountains which face north, and thence enjoy
the benefit of the solar rays only a small part of the year,
exhibit a picture of desolation, a dreary waste of naked
rocks and tremendous precipices, whose forbidding spect
forms a striking contrast to the luxuriant parts, and
renders the prospect more pleasing and delightful.
Perhaps this sequester'd dale exhibits a more pleasing
representation of the antient patriarchal life, that can any
where else be seen: my friend, who is the sole owner of the
valley, is considered as the protector of his tenants, nay
more, as their father. They listen with pleasure to his
orders, and gladly follow his steps in the paths of virtue.
Every Sunday morning all the
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