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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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The
hillocks
were
scattered
over
with
grovelets
of
wild
roses
and
other
shrubs,
and
covered
with
wild
flowers.
I
could
have
stayed
in
this
solemn
quiet
spot
till
evening,
without
a
thought
of
moving,
but
William
was
waiting
for
me,
so
in
a
quarter
of
an
hour
I
went
away.
We
walked
upon
Mr.
Duncombe's
terrace
and
looked
down
upon
the
Abbey.
It
stands
in
a
larger
valley
among
a
brotherhood
of
valleys,
of
different
length
and
breadth,--all
woody,
and
running
up
into
the
hills
in
all
directions.
We
reached
Helmsly
just
at
dusk.
We
had
a
beautiful
view
of
the
castle
from
the
top
of
the
hill,
and
slept
at
a
very
nice
inn,
and
were
well
treated;
floors
as
smooth
as
ice.
On
Friday
morning,
16th
July,
we
walked
to
Kirby.
Met
people
coming
to
Helmsly
fair.
Were
misdirected,
and
walked
a
mile
out
of
our
way....
A
beautiful
view
above
Pickering....
Met
Mary
and
Sara
seven
miles
from
G.
H.
Sheltered
from
the
rain;
beautiful
glen,
spoiled
by
the
large
house;
sweet
church
and
churchyard.
Arrived
at
Gallow
Hill
at
seven
o'clock.
Friday
Evening,
16th
July.--
...
Sara,
Tom,
and
I
rode
up
Bedale.
Wm.,
Mary,
Sara,
and
I
went
to
Scarborough,
and
we
walked
in
the
Abbey
pasture,
and
to
Wykeham;
and
on
Monday,
the
26th,
we
went
off
with
Mary
in
a
post-chaise.
We
had
an
interesting
ride
over
the
Wolds,
though
it
rained
all
the
way.
Single
thorn
bushes
were
scattered
about
on
the
turf,
sheep-sheds
here
and
there,
and
now
and
then
a
little
hut.
Swelling
grounds,
and
sometimes
a
single
tree
or
a
clump
of
trees....
We
passed
through
one
or
two
little
villages,
embosomed
in
tall
trees.
After
we
had
parted
from
Mary,
there
were
gleams
of
sunshine,
but
with
showers.
We
saw
Beverley
in
a
heavy
rain,
and
yet
were
much
pleased
with
the
beauty
of
the
town.
Saw
the
minster--a
pretty,
clean
building,
but
injured
very
much
with
Grecian
architecture.
The
country
between
Beverley
and
Hull
very
rich,
but
miserably
flat--brick
houses,
windmills,
houses
again--dull
and
endless.
Hull
a
frightful,
dirty,
brickhousey,
tradesmanlike,
rich,
vulgar
place;
yet
the
river--though
the
shores
are
so
low
that
they
can
hardly
be
seen--looked
beautiful
with
the
evening
lights
upon
it,
and
boats
moving
about.
We
walked
a
long
time,
and
returned
to
our
dull
day-room
but
quiet
evening
one,
to
supper.
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