The whitewash which has always marked the Duke of Cleveland's buildings is distinctly effective on the wide treeless waste, while some fine crags known as Falcon Clints follow its course and overlook the Tees on the Yorkshire side. High Force is fortunately depicted on these pages more effectively than words could serve such a purpose. Cauldron Snout is, I think, the highest cataract in England with any volume of water, and High Force is certainly the finest one on a good-sized river, no slight vaunt for a single stream within the space of half a dozen miles. A good deal has been done in the way of ornamental planting around High Force, while a hotel, once a shooting-box of the Duke of Cleveland, has stood here ever since I can remember. One is now getting into the _Rokeby_ country, for a few miles down is Middleton, a large village and the chief centre of Upper Teesdale. Looming on the west are the wild highlands of Lune and Stainmore forests. To the east are more wilds that lead over to the Wear valley at St. John's and Stanhope, while near Middleton comes in the "silver Lune from Stainmore wild." The Tees grows apace in volume, and at Barnard Castle both the famous fortress and the fast-swelling river contribute to the measure and quality of the striking picture they together make. The castle stands on the Durham bank of the Tees and derives its name from its Scottish founder, Barnard Balliol. Like every other northern fortress, particularly as one on the wrong side of the river, it had its troubles in the long Scottish wars and raids. The county of Durham, the fat palatinate of an always mighty bishop, was struck at by every generation of Scottish raiders that broke through the Northumbrian marches. Like many other castles in this country, too, it was brought to Richard III. by his wife Anne Neville. The visitor may still climb the tower with Scott's Warder and survey the beauteous scene with, no doubt, a far greater measure of appreciation than any felt by that romantic figure. Where Tees full many a fathom low Wears with his rage no common foe, Nor pebbly bank, nor sand-bed here, Nor clay mound checks his fierce career. Condemned to mine a channell'd way O'er solid sheets of marble grey. This applies to the course of the river a little below Barnard Castle, where the hard limestone is freely mixed with marble and gives a fine blend of colouring to the bed of the river. [Illustration: THE TEES, BARNARD CASTLE, DURHAM] [Illustration] From this same castle tower, too, in the words of Scott: Nor Tees alone in dawning bright Shall rush upon the ravished sight, But many a tributary stream Each from its own dark dell shall gleam.