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Gentleman's Magazine 1890 part 1 p.534
At the sheep shearing the lambs are separated from their
dams, and receive the impress of their owner's initials as
well as smits and ear-slits. The half-breed lambs - those
bred for the production of mutton - are now weaned from the
ewes, and are not allowed to return to the fells. They are
kept until autumn, sold at the northern sheep fairs, and
then sent ot be fatted on southern grass-lands. Here they
feed quickly and make excellent mutton. Only the pure-bred
lambs - Black-face or Herdwick - the future heaf-going sheep
of the home farm, are retained. After the "clipping" and
while the yeomen are carousing in the old barn, the
shepherds start on the return journey with the fleeceless
flock. As the lambs are brought to the ewes there is a
perfect babel of bleats. Turned into the long lanes, the
white fleeceless flocks present an indescribable picture of
pastoral beauty. Every sheep hangs upon the hazel-clad
slopes, stretching its quiet neck to the tender herbage. Not
a foot of the banks seems unoccupied - two long lines of
sleek, browsing sheep reach away till the bend in the road
hides them. Soon the bleating becomes less general, then it
ceases, and a strange stillness fills the lanes. A breeze
brings up the left lambs' voices, and all is confusion. And
thus we plod slowly on to the fells in the sultry summer
afternoon, and turn the flock again upon the green slopes.
Soon few are to be seen; they have dispersed, but seem to
have dissolved. Then we turn homewards, oursleves and the
three dogs - not down the long dale road, but by the
"forest" - "forest" only by name now, and thick with peat,
having traces of birch and mountain ash. Our way lies along
the "Grassing heads" running parallel to the valley, but
high up above it. Coming through these rushes prevail, and
hidden springs. Among them gadflies rest, and grasshoppers
make harmony with the hidden waters. Then we come into scrub
of oak, birch, and hazel. Flies abound and a few birds.
From what has been said of the farms of the fell dales, it
will be seen, as already remarked, that these are
essentially sheep farms, and that wool is one of the chief
products of the "statesmen." Among the many quaint buildings
of the hill folds, one is usually set apart as the wool
loft; and it is deplorable to have to records that many of
these, and even the teeming barns themselves, are full of
wool, the produce of many seasons "clips." For the hill
farmer has felt depression in trade as well as his southern
neighbour, though in a different way. Some of the yeomen
tell me that they have four, five, and even six years' wool
harvests in their barns, and cannot sell it at present
prices. Time was when the wives and daughters of
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