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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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Coleridge
was
afraid
of
the
cold
in
the
boat,
so
he
determined
to
walk
down
the
lake,
pursuing
the
same
road
we
had
come
along.
There
was
nothing
very
interesting
for
the
first
three
or
four
miles
on
either
side
of
the
water:
to
the
right,
uncultivated
heath
or
poor
coppice-wood,
and
to
the
left,
a
scattering
of
meadow
ground,
patches
of
corn,
coppice-woods,
and
here
and
there
a
cottage.
The
wind
fell,
and
it
began
to
rain
heavily.
On
this
William
wrapped
himself
in
the
boatman's
plaid,
and
lay
at
the
bottom
of
the
boat
till
we
came
to
a
place
where
I
could
not
help
rousing
him.
We
were
rowing
down
that
side
of
the
lake
which
had
hitherto
been
little
else
than
a
moorish
ridge.
After
turning
a
rocky
point
we
came
to
a
bay
closed
in
by
rocks
and
steep
woods,
chiefly
of
full-grown
birch.
The
lake
was
elsewhere
ruffled,
but
at
the
entrance
of
this
bay
the
breezes
sunk,
and
it
was
calm:
a
small
island
was
near,
and
the
opposite
shore,
covered
with
wood,
looked
soft
through
the
misty
rain.
William,
rubbing
his
eyes,
for
he
had
been
asleep,
called
out
that
he
hoped
I
had
not
let
him
pass
by
anything
that
was
so
beautiful
as
this;
and
I
was
glad
to
tell
him
that
it
was
but
the
beginning
of
a
new
land.
After
we
had
left
this
bay
we
saw
before
us
a
long
reach
of
woods
and
rocks
and
rocky
points,
that
promised
other
bays
more
beautiful
than
what
we
had
passed.
The
ferryman
was
a
good-natured
fellow,
and
rowed
very
industriously,
following
the
ins
and
outs
of
the
shore;
he
was
delighted
with
the
pleasure
we
expressed,
continually
repeating
how
pleasant
it
would
have
been
on
a
fine
day.
I
believe
he
was
attached
to
the
lake
by
some
sentiment
of
pride,
as
his
own
domain--his
being
almost
the
only
boat
upon
it--which
made
him,
seeing
we
were
willing
gazers,
take
far
more
pains
than
an
ordinary
boatman;
he
would
often
say,
after
he
had
compassed
the
turning
of
a
point,
"This
is
a
bonny
part,"
and
he
always
chose
the
bonniest,
with
greater
skill
than
our
prospect-hunters
and
"picturesque
travellers";
places
screened
from
the
winds--that
was
the
first
point;
the
rest
followed
of
course,--richer
growing
trees,
rocks
and
banks,
and
curves
which
the
eye
delights
in.
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