|  | 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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