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The road, or rather track, becomes now less agreeable than it
was, for a few roods, not from any difficulty there is in turning
the mountain turf into good road, at a small expense, but from
the inattention of the dalesmen, who habituate themselves to
tread in the track made by their flocks, and wish for nothing
better. It will not be labour lost to walk a few roods here, and
see a new creation of mountains, as unlike those left behind, as
the Andes are to the Alps. The contrast is really striking, and
appears at once on the summit of the hill. On the right, at the
head of a deep green hill, a naked furrowed mountain, of an
orange hue, has a strange appearance amongst its verdant
neighbours, and sinks, by his height, even Skiddaw itself.
Descend the track on the left, and you soon have in sight the
highest possible contrast in nature. Four spiral towering
mountains, dark, dun, and gloomy at noon-day, rise immediately
from the western extremity of the deep narrow dell, and hang over
Buttermere. The more southern is, by the dalesmen, from its form,
called Hay-rick; the more pyramidal High-crag; the third
High-style; and the fourth, from its ferruginous colour,
Red-pike. Between the second and third there is a large crater,
that, from the parched colour of the conical mountains,
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