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Fell Sketches
THREE FELLS SKETCHES.
BY WILLIAM T. PALMER.
I. - THE FIGHTING SCHOOLMASTER.
THE schoolhouse is situate some five miles from the
rock-fringed bay into which the tiny stream descending the
valley empties its waters. It is a grey-walled, mouldy, low
building; from the plenteous smoke-marks, from the stones
into which the tethering rings are still fastened, it may
possibly at some time have been the blacksmith's shop of the
dale. This is grand, primitive, peat-burning,
superstition-reeking countryside. High, rocky mountains
gather round its head, coppices hang among the scaurs and
slacks, and deep beds of bracken and heather occupy the
hillsides.
I had been told that the place was worthy a visit, and after
a long, rough tramp over screes and rocks, and by storm-rent
ghylls, on an almost imperceptible path, I reached the
valley-head. From the upper hillsides hardly a dwelling was
visible, and for a time I wondered whether, in that sea of
mountains, my route had brought me correctly. Then a
farmhouse appeared amid a cluster of sycamores, and, as I
came near, my inquiry was answered in the affirmative. "Yes,
this was Mirdale." Among the trees, as I passed down the
dale, appeared the tiny belfry of an ancient church, and
close to it was the school. The buildings were bounded on
three sides by a bend in the river, though they stood thirty
feet above the water, commanding a grand view to seaward.
"Where will I find Schoolmaster John?" I demanded from my
host (for I had been advised to seek this man out to hear a
strange story)
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