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
Having explored the slate beds, you may proceed to the slate sheds,
where the men are engaged in riving and dressing the slate, and, from
the expertness of the workmen, a very interesting process it is. The
clogs, you perceive, are thrown down in heaps at the open side of the
shed, and are of various shapes and sizes, the average size being
that of a well-grown folio volume. One of these the splitter seizes,
and holding it adroitly on edge with his left hand, taps one side of
it with a hammer like a small pickaxe, with its points flattened and
sharpened, until he establishes a decided crack, which he follows up,
and repeating this process, divides the clog into smooth slates, quite
as rapidly as you could divide the leaves of any gigantic folio. When
riven to a proper degree of thinness, the slates are laid alongside
of a man who sits very commodiously upon a prostrate beam of wood,
into the upper side of which a long flat-topped staple is fastened. On
this staple he holds the undressed slates, and chips them into shape
as quickly as any young lady of your acquaintance could clip muslin
with her best scissors. They are then laid aside, and classified
according to their fineness, the finest being called London—the second
Country—the coarsest Tom—and a very small quality for slating the walls
of houses is called Peg.
[Sidenote: A NOBLE EXCAVATION.]
Having thanked Mr Parker for his courtesy, and, if you can afford it,
left a small gratuity for the men, you may proceed upon your way, which
is a very pleasant one, as ways go, winding through woods and fields
into the valley you traversed on your way to Wrynose. Then cross this
same valley to examine another slate-quarry belonging to Mr Marshall,
in which you will find a magnificent cavern, not dark, but quite as
light as any part of the world without, having an ample window near its
roof; it is nearly circular, about forty-five yards in diameter, and
the same in height, forming a grander dome than is possessed by any
artificial edifice I have yet beheld.
CHAPTER XII.
LITTLE LANGDALE—BLEA TARN—GREAT LANGDALE—LANGDALE
PIKES—WALLEND—MILL-BECK—DUNGEON GHYLL—CHAPEL STILE—LANGDALE
CHURCH-YARD—ELTERWATER—HACKETT—COLWITH AND COLWITH FORCE—TARN
HOWS—FINALE.
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