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The lake is three and a-half miles long, and has the Screes
for its south-eastern shore. The line of this singular range
is almost unbroken. The crags are hidden, about a-third of
the way down, by the slope of many-coloured
débris which slants right into the lake. The
summer thunderstorm and the winter tempest sometimes shiver
the loosely-compacted crags above; and then, when a mass
comes thundering down, and splashes into the lake, the whole
range feels the shock, and slides of stones rush into the
water, and clouds of dust rise into the air.
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We gave in approaching Strands, (p.78.) the names of the
mountains as they are now seen. The road winds pleasantly
round bays and over promontories, and the pyramidal
Yewbarrow, Great Gable, which closes in the dale, and
Lingmell and the Scawfell Pikes to the right, all explain
themselves. Several brooks and rills are passed, flowing
down from the valleys; and the stranger exclaims that he
should like to spend a whole summer here, to explore all the
ways among the mountains. Several gentlemen have spent weeks
together at Ritson's farm-house, at the dale head, where
there are clean beds, and farm-house fare in plenty and
perfection. The opening out of the dale head, when the
valley has appeared to close in round the lake, is as
wonderful a spectacle to strangers as any thing they see.
The dale is one of those perfect levels, shut in by lake and
mountains, which give a different impression from any other
kind of scenery in the world. The passes themselves are so
high as to leave no appearance of outlet, except by the
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