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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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We
enter
Scotland
by
crossing
the
river
Sark;
on
the
Scotch
side
of
the
bridge
the
ground
is
unenclosed
pasturage;
it
was
very
green,
and
scattered
over
with
that
yellow
flowered
plant
which
we
call
grunsel;
the
hills
heave
and
swell
prettily
enough;
cattle
feeding;
a
few
corn
fields
near
the
river.
At
the
top
of
the
hill
opposite
is
Springfield,
a
village
built
by
Sir
William
Maxwell--a
dull
uniformity
in
the
houses,
as
is
usual
when
all
built
at
one
time,
or
belonging
to
one
individual,
each
just
big
enough
for
two
people
to
live
in,
and
in
which
a
family,
large
or
small
as
it
may
happen,
is
crammed.
There
the
marriages
are
performed.
Further
on,
though
almost
contiguous,
is
Gretna
Green,
upon
a
hill
and
among
trees.
This
sounds
well,
but
it
is
a
dreary
place;
the
stone
houses
dirty
and
miserable,
with
broken
windows.
There
is
a
pleasant
view
from
the
churchyard
over
Solway
Firth
to
the
Cumberland
mountains.
Dined
at
Annan.
On
our
left
as
we
travelled
along
appeared
the
Solway
Firth
and
the
mountains
beyond,
but
the
near
country
dreary.
Those
houses
by
the
roadside
which
are
built
of
stone
are
comfortless
and
dirty;
but
we
peeped
into
a
clay
"biggin"
that
was
very
"canny,"
and
I
daresay
will
be
as
warm
as
a
swallow's
nest
in
winter.
The
town
of
Annan
made
me
think
of
France
and
Germany;
many
of
the
houses
large
and
gloomy,
the
size
of
them
outrunning
the
comforts.
One
thing
which
was
like
Germany
pleased
me:
the
shopkeepers
express
their
calling
by
some
device
or
painting;
bread-bakers
have
biscuits,
loaves,
cakes,
painted
on
their
window-shutters;
blacksmiths
horses'
shoes,
iron
tools,
etc.
etc.;
and
so
on
through
all
trades.
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