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that the walk over the trackless heather, turning to the
left, over the fells to Thirlmere, is glorious in a fine
autumn day. No doubt it is: but our business now is to
follow the track before us. It takes us to the little
foot-bridge between the tarn and the verge of the crag; and
the peep down the chasm shows the lake and the Skiddaw range
in beautiful union. Helvellyn rises to the east, and
Scawfell and Bowfell show themselves in front, all the way
down into Borrowdale. The descent upon Rosthwaite is the
concluding treat. The way is easy,- a gentle slope over
grass and elastic heather; and the whole surface is starred
over with bright heath flowers. The head of the dale,
imposing under all aspects, opens out, and seems to be
spreading its green levels for the stranger's rest. The
passes to Langdale by the Stake, to Wastdale by Sty Head,
and to Buttermere by Honister Crag, disclose themselves
round the projecting Glaramara. The other way lie Grange and
the Lake; and beneath lies Rosthwaite, with the brattling
stream behind, which must be crossed by stepping-stones to
reach the little inn. Before turning his face lakewards, the
traveller must go forward a few yards from Simpson's inn, to
where he will see a narrow entrance and steps in the
right-hand fence. He must go in there, and mount that little
hill, called Castlehill, whence the truest and best total
view of Borrowdale is obtained; for the station is nearly
central.
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