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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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26th.--Walked
upon
the
hill-tops;
followed
the
sheep
tracks
till
we
overlooked
the
larger
coombe.
Sat
in
the
sunshine.
The
distant
sheep-bells,
the
sound
of
the
stream;
the
woodman
winding
along
the
half-marked
road
with
his
laden
pony;
locks
of
wool
still
spangled
with
the
dewdrops;
the
blue-grey
sea,
shaded
with
immense
masses
of
cloud,
not
streaked;
the
sheep
glittering
in
the
sunshine.
Returned
through
the
wood.
The
trees
skirting
the
wood,
being
exposed
more
directly
to
the
action
of
the
sea
breeze,
stripped
of
the
net-work
of
their
upper
boughs,
which
are
stiff
and
erect,
like
black
skeletons;
the
ground
strewed
with
the
red
berries
of
the
holly.
Set
forward
before
two
o'clock.
Returned
a
little
after
four.
27th.--Walked
from
seven
o'clock
till
half-past
eight.
Upon
the
whole
an
uninteresting
evening.
Only
once
while
we
were
in
the
wood
the
moon
burst
through
the
invisible
veil
which
enveloped
her,
the
shadows
of
the
oaks
blackened,
and
their
lines
became
more
strongly
marked.
The
withered
leaves
were
coloured
with
a
deeper
yellow,
a
brighter
gloss
spotted
the
hollies;
again
her
form
became
dimmer;
the
sky
flat,
unmarked
by
distances,
a
white
thin
cloud.
The
manufacturer's
dog
makes
a
strange,
uncouth
howl,
which
it
continues
many
minutes
after
there
is
no
noise
near
it
but
that
of
the
brook.
It
howls
at
the
murmur
of
the
village
stream.
28th.--Walked
only
to
the
mill.
29th.--A
very
stormy
day.
William
walked
to
the
top
of
the
hill
to
see
the
sea.
Nothing
distinguishable
but
a
heavy
blackness.
An
immense
bough
riven
from
one
of
the
fir
trees.
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