|  | Gentleman's Magazine 1902 part 2 p.423 close, and the body slowly recovered consciousness and  
seemingly appreciation of its position. Tortured by thirst  
and hunger, with crushed shoulder and side, Jem Bate rose to 
survey, with all his old defiance, the shattered cliff  
above. As he began to drag himself up the rough passage, his 
nerve steadied, but just as he seemed to reach safety, a few 
loose fragments hurtled down, and struck him to the ground.  
The shock was fearful, but the hardihood of a thousand  
scrambles enabled him to survive it. For an hour he lay on  
the shelving broken rock, while a wanderer who had seen the  
man in the ascent climbed the rugged gable of High Street  
and walked along the summit to the top of the gully. This  
man had a keen interest in scrambling among uncoventional  
climbs, and therefore essayed a descent to meet the other.  
But fifty - one hundred feet down he carefully climbed, at  
every moment his position becoming more dangerous,  
signalling again and again without hearing any response.  
Then, as he traversed a rough, projecting rock, he came upon 
the still breathing body of Jem Bate. Tenderly, yet with  
consummate skill and strength, he lifted it and bore it up  
the terrible steep. How he managed it in safety none can  
tell, but the shepherd who hastened from Lingmell at the  
sound of the danger-cry of his kind found the two lying  
together so still that he thought both were dead. In an hour 
assistance was at hand, and the cragsman and his rescuer  
were being carried towards Mardale.
 
 
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|  | III. - A LEGEND OF THE FELLS. 
 IN the days of King Stephen, Church, Crown, and Barons were  
struggling in a quagmire of petty strife and intrigue, but  
the attendant horrors were only noted in the vale of Kent by 
the extraordinary number of guests of high rank - barons  
whose little armies had been destroyed, whose castles had  
been sacked, and who could not return to their estates for  
fear of their lives - who came and went at Kendal Castle.  
The Baron had too many troubles in his own domain to think  
of engaging in the struggles raging throughout the country.  
Westmorland was not yet fully subjugated by the Normans, and 
bands of outlawed Saxons - men whose fathers had fallen on  
the ridge at Senlac or by the Isle of Ely, bequeathing  
deathless hatred of the foe to their sons, or men whose  
worst passions had been excited by the treatment received  
from their conquerors - his by day in caves or rude huts far 
away among the mountains where the Norman infantry could not 
reach, and at
 
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