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their highest elevation; we shall then see stretched at our
feet a number of vallies, not fewer than eight, diverging
from the point, on which we are supposed to stand, like
spokes from the nave of a wheel. First, we note, lying to
the south-east, the vale of Langdale*, which will
conduct the eye to the long lake of Winandermere, stretched
nearly to the sea; or rather to the sands of the vast bay of
Morcamb, serving here for the rim of this imaginary wheel; -
let us trace it in a direction from the south-east towards
the south, and we shall next fix our eyes upon the vale of
Coniston, running up likewise from the sea, but not (as all
the other vallies do) to the nave of the wheel, and
therefore it may be not inaptly represented as a broken
spoke sticking in the rim. Looking forth again, with an
inclination towards the west, we see immediately at out feet
the vale of Duddon, in which is no lake, but a copious
stream winding among fields, rocks, and mountains, and
terminating its course in the sands of Duddon. The fourth
vale, next to be observed, viz. that of the Esk, is of the
same general character as the last, yet beautifully
discriminated from it by its peculiar features. Its stream
passes under the woody steep upon which stands Muncaster
Castle, the ancient seat of the Penningtons,
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