|  | Page 144:- like a flint. A soldier used a cheese paring for a flint; 
and a blacksmith at Cartmel avered that he struck sparks 
from a cheese while cutting it up with an axe. A tract of 
dry heather burned without intermission for three weeks, 
having been kindled by sparks from a cheese which had rolled 
from a cart on the road above, and bounded from crag to 
crag. These things are like the barbarism of two centuries 
ago. It is the railroad that must mend them. In a generation 
or two, the dale farms may yield wool that Yorkshire and 
Lancashire, and perhaps other countries, may compete for. 
The cheese may find a market, and the butter may be in 
request. And at the same time, the residents may find their 
health improved by the greater wholesomeness of their food; 
and, before that, their minds will have become stirred and 
enlarged by intercourse with strangers who have, from 
circumstances, more vivacity of faculty and a wider 
knowledge. The best, as well as the last and greatest change 
in the Lake District is that which is arising from the 
introduction of the railroad.
 
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