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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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[Footnote
44:
This
refers
probably
to
Loch
Leven
in
Argyll,
but
its
point
is
not
obvious,
and
Dorothy
Wordsworth
had
not
then
been
in
Scotland.--ED.]
On
Saturday,
January
23rd,
we
left
Eusemere
at
10
o'clock
in
the
morning,
I
behind
Wm.
Mr.
Clarkson
on
his
Galloway.[45]
The
morning
not
very
promising,
the
wind
cold.
The
mountains
large
and
dark,
but
only
thinly
streaked
with
snow;
a
strong
wind.
We
dined
in
Grisdale
on
ham,
bread,
and
milk.
We
parted
from
Mr.
C.
at
one
o'clock.
It
rained
all
the
way
home.
We
struggled
with
the
wind,
and
often
rested
as
we
went
along.
A
hail
shower
met
us
before
we
reached
the
Tarn,
and
the
way
often
was
difficult
over
the
snow;
but
at
the
Tarn
the
view
closed
in.
We
saw
nothing
but
mists
and
snow:
and
at
first
the
ice
on
the
Tarn
below
us
cracked
and
split,
yet
without
water,
a
dull
grey
white.
We
lost
our
path,
and
could
see
the
Tarn
no
longer.
We
made
our
way
out
with
difficulty,
guided
by
a
heap
of
stones
which
we
well
remembered.
We
were
afraid
of
being
bewildered
in
the
mists,
till
the
darkness
should
overtake
us.
We
were
long
before
we
knew
that
we
were
in
the
right
track,
but
thanks
to
William's
skill
we
knew
it
long
before
we
could
see
our
way
before
us.
There
was
no
footmark
upon
the
snow
either
of
man
or
beast.
We
saw
four
sheep
before
we
had
left
the
snow
region.
The
vale
of
Grasmere,
when
the
mists
broke
away,
looked
soft
and
grave,
of
a
yellow
hue.
It
was
dark
before
we
reached
home.
O
how
happy
and
comfortable
we
felt
ourselves,
sitting
by
our
own
fire,
when
we
had
got
off
our
wet
clothes.
We
talked
about
the
Lake
of
Como,
read
the
description,
looked
about
us,
and
felt
that
we
were
happy....
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