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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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Our
road
carried
us
down
the
valley,
and
we
soon
lost
sight
of
Leadhills,
for
the
valley
made
a
turn
almost
immediately,
and
we
saw
two
miles,
perhaps,
before
us;
the
glen
sloped
somewhat
rapidly--heathy,
bare,
no
hut
or
house.
Passed
by
a
shepherd,
who
was
sitting
upon
the
ground,
reading,
with
the
book
on
his
knee,
screened
from
the
wind
by
his
plaid,
while
a
flock
of
sheep
were
feeding
near
him
among
the
rushes
and
coarse
grass--for,
as
we
descended
we
came
among
lands
where
grass
grew
with
the
heather.
Travelled
through
several
reaches
of
the
glen,
which
somewhat
resembled
the
valley
of
Menock
on
the
other
side
of
Wanlockhead;
but
it
was
not
near
so
beautiful;
the
forms
of
the
mountains
did
not
melt
so
exquisitely
into
each
other,
and
there
was
a
coldness,
and,
if
I
may
so
speak,
a
want
of
simplicity
in
the
surface
of
the
earth;
the
heather
was
poor,
not
covering
a
whole
hill-side;
not
in
luxuriant
streams
and
beds
interveined
with
rich
verdure;
but
patchy
and
stunted,
with
here
and
there
coarse
grass
and
rushes.
But
we
soon
came
in
sight
of
a
spot
that
impressed
us
very
much.
At
the
lower
end
of
this
new
reach
of
the
vale
was
a
decayed
tree,
beside
a
decayed
cottage,
the
vale
spreading
out
into
a
level
area
which
was
one
large
field,
without
fence
and
without
division,
of
a
dull
yellow
colour;
the
vale
seemed
to
partake
of
the
desolation
of
the
cottage,
and
to
participate
in
its
decay.
And
yet
the
spot
was
in
its
nature
so
dreary
that
one
would
rather
have
wondered
how
it
ever
came
to
be
tenanted
by
man,
than
lament
that
it
was
left
to
waste
and
solitude.
Yet
the
encircling
hills
were
so
exquisitely
formed
that
it
was
impossible
to
conceive
anything
more
lovely
than
this
place
would
have
been
if
the
valley
and
hill-sides
had
been
interspersed
with
trees,
cottages,
green
fields,
and
hedgerows.
But
all
was
desolate;
the
one
large
field
which
filled
up
the
area
of
the
valley
appeared,
as
I
have
said,
in
decay,
and
seemed
to
retain
the
memory
of
its
connexion
with
man
in
some
way
analogous
to
the
ruined
building;
for
it
was
as
much
of
a
field
as
Mr.
King's
best
pasture
scattered
over
with
his
fattest
cattle.
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