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again reached Ash-course every cloud had vanished from every
summit.
I ought to have mentioned that round the top of
Scawfell-PIKE not a blade of grass is to be seen. Cushions
or tufts of moss, parched and brown, appear between the huge
blocks and stones that lie in heaps on all sides to a great
distance, like skeletons or bones of the earth not needed at
the creation, and there left to be covered with never-dying
lichens, which the clouds and dews nourish; and adorn with
colours of vivid and exquisite beauty. Flowers, the most
brilliant feathers, and even gems, scarcely surpass in
colouring some of those masses of stone, which no human eye
beholds, except the shepherd or traveller be led thither by
curiosity: and how seldom must this happen! For the other
eminence is the one visited by the adventurous stranger; and
the shepherd has no inducement to ascend the PIKE in quest
of his sheep; no food being there to tempt them.
We certainly were singularly favoured in the weather; for
when we were seated on the summit, our conductor, turning
his eyes thoughtfully round, said, "I do not know that in my
whole life, I was ever, at any season of the year, so high
upon the mountains on so calm a day." (It was the 7th
of October.) Afterwards we had a spectacle of the grandeur
of earth and heaven commingled; yet without terror. We knew
that the storm would pass away; - for so our prophetic Guide
had assured us.
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