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was full; and I could not but grieve that any stran-
-gers were with us. At this time the Path was scarce-
-ly traceable by the eye, all the ground being covered
with withered leaves, which I was very sorry for, W^m
having spoken of the beauty of it with so much de-
-light after he had been at Lowther in the summer.
Scrambled along under the Quarry; then came to T.
Wilkinson’s new path. We spent three delightful
hours by the River side and in the woods. Called at
Richard Bowman’s. We had a pleasant ride home;
Sara and I stopped at Red Hills while William
went over the Ford to T. Wilkinson’s. The House
untidy and uncomfortable – a little Girl never
ceased rocking the Baby in the cradle. We asked
if it would not sleep without rocking, and the
Mother said “No, for she was used to it” – Reached
Park House at ten o’clock – Joanna had waited
dinner and tea for us.
Tuesday, November 13^th

A very wet morning – no
hope of being able to return home. W^m read in
a Book lent him by Thomas Wilkinson. I
read Castle Rackrent. The day cleared at
one o’clock and after dinner, at a little before
three we set forward. The pony was bogged in
Tom’s field & I was obliged to dismount – Went
over Soulby Fell. Before we reached Ulswater the