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vol.1 p.187
by climbing a precipice, which had been thought
inaccessible.- A romantic place seldom wants a romantic
story to adorn it.
Detached from this continent of precipice, if I may
so speak, stands a rocky hill, known by the name of
Castellet. Under the beetling brow of this natural
ruin we passed; and as we viewed it upwards from it's base,
it seemed a fabric of such grandeur, that alone it was
sufficient to give dignity to any scene. We were desired to
take particular notice of it for a reason, which shall
afterwards be mentioned.
As we proceeded in our rout along the lake, the road grew
wilder, and more romantic. There is not an idea more
tremendous, than that of riding along the edge of a
precipice, unguarded by any parapet, under impending rocks,
which threaten above; while the surges of a flood, or the
whirlpools of a rapid river, terrify below.
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