MA 1581.233, p. [7]

of the Vale and we the other, and he joined us
after having crossed the one-arched bridge above the
Church – a beautiful view of the church with its
“bare ring of mossy wall” and single Yew Tree. At
the last house in the Vale we were kindly
greeted by the Master, who was sitting at the door
salving sheep – he invited us to go in and see a
room lately built by M^r Hazel for his accommo-
-dation at the yearly chace of red Deer in his
Forests at the head of these Dales; the room is fit-
-ted up in the sportsman’s style, with a single cup-
-board for bottles and glasses &c, some strong chairs, and
a large dining-table; and ornamented with the horns
of the stags caught at these Hunts for many years
back, with the length of the last race they ran
recorded under each. We ate our dinner here; the
good woman treated us with excellent butter and new
oat bread, and, after drinking some of Mr Hazel’s
strong Ale we were well prepared to face the
mountain, which we began to climb almost immedi-
-ately. Martindale divides itself into two dales
at the head. In one of these (that to the left)
there is no house to be seen, nor any building
but a cattle shed on the side of a hill which
is sprinkled over with wood, evidently the remains
of a Forest, formerly a very extensive one. At
the bottom of the other Valley is the house of which
I have spoken, and beyond the enclosures of this man’s