The Old Man; or, Ravings and Ramblings round ConistoneGibson, Alexander Craig
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The Old Man; or, Ravings and Ramblings round Conistone
Gibson, Alexander Craig
Coniston (Cumbria, England) -- Description and travel; Lake District (England) -- Description and travel
Near to it is a tarn called Devock Water, which contains trout of
peculiarly excellent quality, traditionally said to have been imported
by the Monks of Furness from Italy, and it fully supports the character
of those holy men as judges of good living, for no one should say he
has eaten trout, till once he has tasted those of Devock Water. The
next hill of any mark is Birksfell, which is a striking object, not
so much on account of its altitude—for that is no great matter—as its
isolated position and conical shape. Then you see Scawfell and the
Pikes, followed up by Great End, Great Gable, and Bowfell, beyond
which, more to the east, is Skiddaw, and beyond Skiddaw are to be seen
the dim outlines of the Scotch hills about Langholm. Still bringing
the eye round in the course of the sun, you look at Blencathra, and
then “the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn.” Nearly in the same
line, but much nearer, you have Langdale Pikes, and in the side of
them Stickle Tarn glistens like a gem in a lady’s hair. Recurring to
the more distant line, you see Fairfield, Kirkstone, High Street, and
Hillbell. You have overlooked very many important mountains, but I
have enumerated the most prominent as seen from the Old Man. Rather
nearer than Hillbell is Wansfell, at the foot of which you may perceive
Ambleside, and a little lower, a considerable portion of Windermere,
with numerous seats upon its banks, Wray Castle the most conspicuous;
and nearer and more to the right, the vale and lake of Esthwaite, with
the pretty village of Sawrey (which Wilson calls “scarcely a village
indeed, but rocks, glades, and coppices bedropt with dwellings!”)
smiling in the sun, at its south-eastern extremity. A little farther to
the right, another portion of the “river lake” is visible, and beyond
that a remarkable succession of elevated ridgy moorlands stretches
across the view, until it is stopped by a portion of that chain of
hills called the “Backbone of England.” You remark that, if yonder
ridge be in reality a portion of England’s backbone, she must have been
a ricketty child, for there are inequalities upon it such as no healthy
spine would exhibit.
[Sidenote: A WIDE SWEEP.]
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