MA 1581.233, p. [8]

Farm there are no other. A few old trees remain, relicks
of the Forest, a little stream passes in serpentine wind-
-ings through the uncultivated valley, where many Cattle
were feeding – the Cattle of this country are generally
white or light-coloured; but those were mostly dark
brown or black, which made the scene resemble ma-
-ny parts of Scotland. When we sate on the hill-
-side, though we were well contented with the quiet
every-day sounds, the lowing of cattle, bleating of
sheep, and the very gentle murmuring of the valley
stream, yet we could not but think what a grand
effect the sound of the Bugle Horn would have
among these mountains. It is still heard once
a year at the Chace I have spoken of, a day
of festivity for all the Inhabitants of this Dis-
trict except the poor Deer, the most ancient
of them all. The ascent, even to the top of the
mountain, is very easy. When we had accomplish-
-ed it we had some exceedingly fine mountain
views, some of the mountains being resplendent
with sunshine, others partly hidden by clouds.
Ulswater was of a dazzling brightness bordered by
black hills – the plain beyond Penrith smooth
and bright, (or rather gleamy) as the sea or sea
Sands. Looked into Boar Dale above Sanwick,
deep and bare, a stream winding down it. After
having walked a considerable way on the tops of
the hills, came in view of Glenriddin and the