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understood that her lover was true, and had come to claim
her. The knight devoted the rest of his days to mourn her:
he built himself a cell upon the spot, and became a hermit
for her sake.
The visitor should ascend the steps and pathway from the
bottom of the fall, and stand on the bridge that spans the
leap. It is a grand thing to look down.
He returns the way he came, by boat, to the inn, and, after
dinner up Kirkstone Pass. He will hear and see enough to
make him wish to come again, and stay awhile on Ullswater.
He would like to walk along Place Fell, above the margin of
the lake, where no carriage road is or can be made; and,
once there, he would certainly climb the mountain. He would
like to enter the bridle road, from the foot of the lake,
which leads to Grisedale tarn, and comes out above Grasmere.
He would like to visit Angle Tarn, on the southern end of
Place Fell; and, yet more, Hays Water, the large lonely tarn
above Hartsop; where the angler delights to seclude himself,
because the trout delights in it too. It is a high treat to
follow up the beck from the road, winding among the farms,
and then entering the solitude of the pass, till the source
of the stream is found in this tarn, a mile and a-half from
the main road. The little lake is overhung by High Street,
so that the Roman eagles, as well as the native birds of the
rocks, may have cast their shadows upon its surface. Its
rushy and rocky margin is as wild a place as the most
adventurous angler can ever have found himself in. Our
traveller must, however, come again to see it; for there is
no time to diverge to it to-day.
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