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[spread]ing antlers. The good woman treated us with oaten
cake, new and crisp; and after this welcome refreshment and
rest, we proceeded on our return to Patterdale by a short
cut over the mountains. On leaving the fields of Sandwyke,
while ascending a gentle slope along the valley of
Martindale, we had occasion to observe that in
thinly-peopled glens of this character the general want of
wood gives a peculiar interest to the scattered cottages
embowered in sycamore. Towards its head, this valley splits
into two parts; and in one of these (that to the left) there
is no house, nor any building to be seen but a cattle-shed
on the side of a hill, which is sprinkled over with trees,
evidently the remains of an extensive forest. Near the
entrance of the other division stands the house where we
were entertained, and beyond the enclosures of that farm
there are no other. A few old trees remain, relics of the
forest, a little stream hastens, though with serpentine
windings, through the uncultivated hollow, where many cattle
were pasturing. The cattle of this country are generally
white, or light-coloured; but these were dark brown, or
black, which heightened the resemblance this scene bears to
many parts of the Highlands of Scotland. - While we paused
to rest upon the hill-side, though well contented with the
quiet every-day sounds - the lowing of cattle, bleating of
sheep, and the very gentle murmuring of the valley stream,
we could not but think what a grand effect
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