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and the bridge to the left, the road ascends so steeply that
the travellers will get out and walk; and many a time will
they turn to the sea-view, and the wooded slopes on the way
to Bootle, and the rocks, dressed with wild flowers, that
enclose the road. Then comes a common covered with fern, in
which the greenest of paths form a network: and far below
dashes the brown river, between rocky banks; and Duddon
Grove, with its conservatories and beautiful grounds and
green clearings, is seen in the hollow of the vale. Four
miles from Broughton, the bridge at Ulpha Kirk spans the
river, and discloses a beautiful view, up and down, One
thing which the traveller is always expected to remark is
the strange holes (called pots) worn by the waters in the
rocks, and the rounding of the edges of the boulders and
shelves in the channel. Ulpha Kirk is a mere hamlet; but
there is a little inn at which the horses can rest if the
party are disposed for a walk to the scene of Robert
Walker's life and labours. Ulpha Kirk itself is one of the
primitive places where the old manners of the district may
yet be traced more clearly than in most road-side
settlements. The people still think it no sin to do their
farm work on Sundays, when the weather,- so precarious
here,- is favourable; and the familiar style of "the priest"
in these parts makes the transition from work to worship
very natural. Some time since there was a blind "priest"
settled there. One Sunday morning, the bell rang before the
people were all ready; and especially the stoutest farmer in
the neighbourhood, who, detained by some cow, pig; or sheep,
entered the church last of all, "thunnerin' down
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