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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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Presently
after
Coleridge
joined
us,
and
we
determined
to
go
to
the
island.
I
was
sorry
that
the
man
who
had
been
talking
with
us
was
not
our
boatman;
William
by
some
chance
had
engaged
another.
We
had
two
rowers
and
a
strong
boat;
so
I
felt
myself
bold,
though
there
was
a
great
chance
of
a
high
wind.
The
nearest
point
of
Inch-ta-vannach
is
not
perhaps
more
than
a
mile
and
a
quarter
from
Luss;
we
did
not
land
there,
but
rowed
round
the
end,
and
landed
on
that
side
which
looks
towards
our
favourite
cottages,
and
their
own
island,
which,
wherever
seen,
is
still
their
own.
It
rained
a
little
when
we
landed,
and
I
took
my
cloak,
which
afterwards
served
us
to
sit
down
upon
in
our
road
up
the
hill,
when
the
day
grew
much
finer,
with
gleams
of
sunshine.
This
island
belongs
to
Sir
James
Colquhoun,
who
has
made
a
convenient
road,
that
winds
gently
to
the
top
of
it.
We
had
not
climbed
far
before
we
were
stopped
by
a
sudden
burst
of
prospect,
so
singular
and
beautiful
that
it
was
like
a
flash
of
images
from
another
world.
We
stood
with
our
backs
to
the
hill
of
the
island,
which
we
were
ascending,
and
which
shut
out
Ben
Lomond
entirely,
and
all
the
upper
part
of
the
lake,
and
we
looked
towards
the
foot
of
the
lake,
scattered
over
with
islands
without
beginning
and
without
end.
The
sun
shone,
and
the
distant
hills
were
visible,
some
through
sunny
mists,
others
in
gloom
with
patches
of
sunshine;
the
lake
was
lost
under
the
low
and
distant
hills,
and
the
islands
lost
in
the
lake,
which
was
all
in
motion
with
travelling
fields
of
light,
or
dark
shadows
under
rainy
clouds.
There
are
many
hills,
but
no
commanding
eminence
at
a
distance
to
confine
the
prospect,
so
that
the
land
seemed
endless
as
the
water.
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