MA 1581.233, p. [2]

Coleridge, when either he or William observed that
the rocky shore spotted and streaked with purplish
brown heath and its image in the water together
were like an immense catterpillar, such as when
we were children we used to call Woolly Boys,
from their hairy coats. I had been a little coward
-ly when we left home, fearing that heavy rains
might detain us at Patterdale; but as the mists
thickened our enjoyment encreased, and my hopes
grew bolder; and when we were at the top of
Kirkstone (though we could not see fifty yards
before us) we were as happy Travellers as ever
paced side by side on a holiday ramble. At
such a time and in such a place every scat-
-tered stone the size of one’s head becomes a com-
-panion: there is a fragment of an old wall at
the top of Kirkstone, which, magnified yet ob-
-scured as it was by the mist, was scarcely less
interesting to us when we cast our eyes upon it
than the view of a noble monument of anci-
-ent grandeur has been – yet this same pile
of stones we had never before observed. When
we had descended considerably the fields of Hartsop
below Brotherswater were first seen, like a Lake
coloured by the reflection of yellow clouds, I