|  | Page 143:- strangers ask whether Moloch is acknowledged there still. It 
is said, in a certain Cumberland dale, that when a farmer 
had driven all his other live property through, he proceeded 
to drive his wife after the cows, saying he should then be 
safe from all distempers. If a cock crows in the night, 
horror and grief seize on the household:- some one is sure 
to die. If people meet a black ram, they turn their money 
for luck. They occupy their minds and waste their time in 
the silliest superstitions which keep true knowledge out. 
For the result, look at the productions of the region,- the 
torn and dirty wool, the sapless and scentless hay, allowed 
first to run to seed, and then to lie soaking and parching 
for weeks in the field,- the flour, the meat, the butter, 
the cheese,- look at any of these products in the more 
retired vales, and say whether intercourse with the world 
outside will not be a good thing for the fortunes of those 
within. To take only the last,- the cheese. After coming 
from the other grazing districts, and seeing how scientific 
a matter the management of a dairy has become, and what the 
best cheese is, the dairy management of Cumberland is 
marvellous. Our readers cannot be expected to believe the 
facts without good testimony: and we may refer them to such 
local publications as the "Lonsdale Magazine," where, (in 
Vol.ii. p.13.) we are told that the Cumberland cheese is 
harder than buck-horn: and that in some places where the 
husbandmen wear clogs shod with iron, it is no uncommon 
thing to supply the absence of the iron with the crust of a 
dry cheese. There is plenty of testimony to cheese striking 
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