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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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After
we
had
left
the
island,
having
been
so
much
taken
with
the
beauty
of
the
bark
hut
and
the
little
lake
by
which
it
appeared
to
stand,
we
desired
the
boatman
to
row
us
through
it,
and
we
landed
at
the
hut.
Walked
upon
the
island
for
some
time,
and
found
out
sheltered
places
for
cottages.
There
were
several
woodmen's
huts,
which,
with
some
scattered
fir-trees,
and
others
in
irregular
knots,
that
made
a
delicious
murmuring
in
the
wind,
added
greatly
to
the
romantic
effect
of
the
scene.
They
were
built
in
the
form
of
a
cone
from
the
ground,
like
savages'
huts,
the
door
being
just
large
enough
for
a
man
to
enter
with
stooping.
Straw
beds
were
raised
on
logs
of
wood,
tools
lying
about,
and
a
forked
bough
of
a
tree
was
generally
suspended
from
the
roof
in
the
middle
to
hang
a
kettle
upon.
It
was
a
place
that
might
have
been
just
visited
by
new
settlers.
I
thought
of
Ruth
and
her
dreams
of
romantic
love:
And
then
he
said
how
sweet
it
were,
A
fisher
or
a
hunter
there,
A
gardener
in
the
shade,
Still
wandering
with
an
easy
mind,
To
build
a
household
fire,
and
find
A
home
in
every
glade.[92]
[Footnote
92:
See
Ruth,
stanza
xiii.--ED.]
We
found
the
main
lake
very
stormy
when
we
had
left
the
shelter
of
the
islands,
and
there
was
again
a
threatening
of
rain,
but
it
did
not
come
on.
I
wanted
much
to
go
to
the
old
ruin,
but
the
boatmen
were
in
a
hurry
to
be
at
home.
They
told
us
it
had
been
a
stronghold
built
by
a
man
who
lived
there
alone,
and
was
used
to
swim
over
and
make
depredations
on
the
shore,--that
nobody
could
ever
lay
hands
on
him,
he
was
such
a
good
swimmer,
but
at
last
they
caught
him
in
a
net.
The
men
pointed
out
to
us
an
island
belonging
to
Sir
James
Colquhoun,
on
which
were
a
great
quantity
of
deer.
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