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whose wife is sister to Mrs. Fletcher, there I was kindly
treated. It was in this house my friend W--- and I were
hospitably fed when first, in the year 1800, we visited Wast
Water. - My friend H--- did not go from home that day, but
made some admirable studies of dogs and sheep."
The writer, when under the bush. was not without his
apprehensions, for though for years no great quantity of
crag had fallen from the Screes, yet the dread of such a
circumstance, on some degree, annoyed him. Notwithstanding
the torrents of rain, he had the curiosity to examine the
hailstones, many of which were as large as a moderately
sized walnut, and the contents, a globe of congealed snow
inserted in a cone of transparent ice.
This storm was partial, its diameter being not more than
half a mile; it stretched half way down the vale of Langdale
before it had spent itself, but
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there it did great injury by breaking windows, and by the
destruction of whole fields of corn.
The artist's port folio, carried under his coat, till his
coat was as wet inside as outside, was almost dissolved, and
the drawing paper much injured; the afternoon was of a
delightful temperature, and after refreshing, patching, and
repairing, the business of an artist was resumed till the
coming on of night.
Latter-barrow begins to rise about a quarter of a mile from
the foot of the lake, and Wast Water is very fine from
various points on Latter-barrow: From the sides of the
Screes above Mr. Porter's are likewise other excellent
stands.
The views on the travelled side of the lake certainly
deserve great attention; the one here given is about a mile
from its foot; and the road, which is of a fine elevation
above the water, is seen meandering among the rocks
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