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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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Left
the
village
behind
us,
and
our
road
led
through
arable
ground
for
a
considerable
way,
on
which
were
growing
very
good
crops
of
corn
and
potatoes.
Our
friend
accompanied
us
to
show
us
the
way,
and
Coleridge
and
he
had
a
scientific
conversation
concerning
the
uses
and
properties
of
lime
and
other
manures.
He
seemed
to
be
a
well-informed
man;
somewhat
pedantic
in
his
manners;
but
this
might
be
only
the
difference
between
Scotch
and
English.[80]
[Footnote
80:
Probably
the
Rev.
John
Aird,
minister
of
the
parish,
1801-1815.--J.
C.
S.]
Soon
after
he
had
parted
from
us,
we
came
upon
a
stony,
rough
road
over
a
black
moor;
and
presently
to
the
"herd's
house
by
the
burn
side."
We
could
hardly
cross
the
burn
dry-shod,
over
which
was
the
only
road
to
the
cottage.
In
England
there
would
have
been
stepping-stones
or
a
bridge;
but
the
Scotch
need
not
be
afraid
of
wetting
their
bare
feet.
The
hut
had
its
little
kail-garth
fenced
with
earth;
there
was
no
other
enclosure--but
the
common,
heathy
with
coarse
grass.
Travelled
along
the
common
for
some
miles,
before
we
joined
the
great
road
from
Longtown
to
Glasgow--saw
on
the
bare
hill-sides
at
a
distance,
sometimes
a
solitary
farm,
now
and
then
a
plantation,
and
one
very
large
wood,
with
an
appearance
of
richer
ground
above;
but
it
was
so
very
high
we
could
not
think
it
possible.
Having
descended
considerably,
the
common
was
no
longer
of
a
peat-mossy
brown
heath
colour,
but
grass
with
rushes
was
its
chief
produce;
there
was
sometimes
a
solitary
hut,
no
enclosures
except
the
kail-garth,
and
sheep
pasturing
in
flocks,
with
shepherd-boys
tending
them.
I
remember
one
boy
in
particular;
he
had
no
hat
on,
and
only
had
a
grey
plaid
wrapped
about
him.
It
is
nothing
to
describe,
but
on
a
bare
moor,
alone
with
his
sheep,
standing,
as
he
did,
in
utter
quietness
and
silence,
there
was
something
uncommonly
impressive
in
his
appearance,
a
solemnity
which
recalled
to
our
minds
the
old
man
in
the
corn-field.
We
passed
many
people
who
were
mowing,
or
raking
the
grass
of
the
common;
it
was
little
better
than
rushes;
but
they
did
not
mow
straight
forward,
only
here
and
there,
where
it
was
the
best;
in
such
a
place
hay-cocks
had
an
uncommon
appearance
to
us.
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