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horse upon the glittering sea; and the calm confidence, yet
submissiveness, of our wise Man of the Mountains, who
certainly had more knowledge of clouds than we, whatever
might be our knowledge of ships.
I know not how long we might have remained on the summit of
the Pike, without a thought of moving, had not our Guide
warned us that we must not linger; for a storm was coming.
We looked in vain to espy the signs of it. Mountains, vales,
and sea were touched with the clear light of the sun. "It is
there, " said he, pointing to the sea beyond Whitehaven, and
there we perceived a light vapour unnoticeable but by a
shepherd accustomed to watch all mountain bodings. We gazed
around again, and yet again, unwilling to lose the
remembrance of what lay before us in that lofty solitude;
and then prepared to depart. Meanwhile the air changed to
cold, and we saw that tiny vapour swelled into mighty masses
of cloud which came boiling over the mountains. Great Gavel,
Helvellyn, and Skiddaw, were wrapped in storm; yet Langdale,
and the mountains in that quarter, remained all bright in
sunshine. Soon the storm reached us; we sheltered under a
crag; and almost as rapidly as it had come it passed away,
and left us free to observe the struggles of gloom and
sunshine in other quarters. Langdale now had its share, and
the Pikes of Langdale were decorated by two splendid
rainbows. Skiddaw also had his own rainbows. Before we
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