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the best view of Coniston Lake from the south. At the head
of Coniston Water there is an agreeable Inn, from which an
enterprising Tourist might go to the Vale of Duddon, over
Walna Scar, down to Seathwaite, Newfield, and to the rocks
where the river issues from a narrow pass into the broad
Vale. The stream is very interesting for the space of a mile
above this point, and below, by Ulpha Kirk, till it enters
the Sands, where it is overlooked by the solitary Mountain
Black Comb, the summit of which, as that experienced
surveyor, Colonel Mudge, declared, commands a more extensive
view than any point in Britain. Ireland he saw more than
once, but not when the sun was above the horizon.
"Close by the Sea, lone sentinel,
Black-Comb his forward station keeps;
He breaks the sea's tumultuous swell,-
And ponders o'er the level deeps.
He listens to the bugle horn,
Where Eskdale's lovely valley bends;
Eyes Walney's early fields of corn;
Sea-birds to Holkers's woods he sends.
Beneath his feet the sunk ship rests,
In Duddon Sands, its masts all bare:
... ... ... ... ... ..."
The Minstrels of Windermere, by Chas. Farish, B.D.
The Tourist may either return to the Inn at Coniston by
Broughton, or, by turning to the left before he comes to
that town, or, which would be much better, he may cross from
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