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been unusually favourable to the preservation and beauty of
foliage; and, far advanced as the season was, the trees on
the larger Island of Rydal-mere retained a splendour which
did not need the heightening of sunshine. We noticed, as we
passed, that the line of the grey rocky shore of that
island, shaggy with variegated bushes and shrubs, and
spotted and striped with purplish brown heath,
indistinguishably blending with its image reflected in the
still water, produced a curious resemblance, both in form
and colour, to a richly-coated caterpillar, as it might
appear through a magnifying glass of extraordinary power.
The mists gathered as we went along: but, when we reached
the top of Kirkstone, we were glad we had not been
discouraged by the apprehension of bad weather. Though not
able to see a hundred yards before us, we were more than
contented. At such a time, and in such a place, every
scattered stone the size of one's head becomes a companion.
Near the top of the Pass is the remnant of an old wall,
which (magnified, though obscured, by the vapour) might have
been taken for a fragment of some monument of ancient
grandeur, - yet that same pile of stones we had never before
even observed. This situation, it must be allowed, is not
favourable to gaiety; but a pleasing hurry of spirits
accompanies the surprise occasioned by objects transformed,
dilated, or distorted, as they are when seen through such a
medium. Many of the fragments of rock on
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