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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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Before
we
had
crossed
the
Hambledon
Hill,
and
reached
the
point
overlooking
Yorkshire,
it
was
quite
dark.
We
had
not
wanted,
however,
fair
prospects
before
us,
as
we
drove
along
the
flat
plain
of
the
high
hill.
Far
far
off
from
us,
in
the
western
sky,
we
saw
shapes
of
castles,
ruins
among
groves,
a
great
spreading
wood,
rocks,
and
single
trees,
a
minster
with
its
tower
unusually
distinct,
minarets
in
another
quarter,
and
a
round
Grecian
Temple
also;
the
colours
of
the
sky
of
a
bright
grey,
and
the
forms
of
a
sober
grey,
with
a
dome.
As
we
descended
the
hill
there
was
no
distinct
view,
but
of
a
great
space;
only
near
us
we
saw
the
wild
(and
as
the
people
say)
bottomless
tarn
in
the
hollow
at
the
side
of
the
hill.
It
seemed
to
be
made
visible
to
us
only
by
its
own
light,
for
all
the
hill
about
us
was
dark.
Before
we
reached
Thirsk
we
saw
a
light
before
us,
which
we
at
first
thought
was
the
moon,
then
lime-kilns;
but
when
we
drove
into
the
market-place
it
proved
a
large
bonfire,
with
lads
dancing
round
it,
which
is
a
sight
I
dearly
love.
The
inn
was
like
an
illuminated
house--every
room
full.
We
asked
the
cause,
and
were
told
by
the
girl
that
it
was
"Mr.
John
Bell's
birthday,
that
he
had
heired
his
estate."
The
landlady
was
very
civil.
She
did
not
recognise
the
despised
foot-travellers.
We
rode
on
in
the
dark,
and
reached
Leeming
Lane
at
eleven
o'clock....
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