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Excerpt from Over Sands to the Lakes
Early in the month Of May I found myself, one fine evening, walking about the platform Of Carnforth Station, waiting for the train to Ulverstone. It was that delightful time'' of day when the birds were beginning to get stiller, and might be heard more distinctly than before, singing their little nestward solos with drowsy delight, here and there among the trees. The train started, and for the first time I was rolling towards Ulverstone, by way Of the Cartmel shore. We were soon over the little river Keer, which, having left the hills, comes gliding through a green plain on the right, and then on across the Lancaster sands, where its shifty channel has been the death-bed of many a gallant man. Now we came to Silverdale Station, where brown~ faced, stalwart men were unloading timber, or lounging about the whole some looking, work-a-day village. In a few minutes we are Off again. Gardens, and comfortable stone-built farm-houses, and little orchards all white with apple-blossom are ?itting past, and the ragged» summits Of Cartmel Fells draw nearer to the eye.
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Early in the month Of May I found myself, one fine evening, walking about the platform Of Carnforth Station, waiting for the train to Ulverstone. It was that delightful time'' of day when the birds were beginning to get stiller, and might be heard more distinctly than before, singing their little nestward solos with drowsy delight, here and there among the trees. The train started, and for the first time I was rolling towards Ulverstone, by way Of the Cartmel shore. We were soon over the little river Keer, which, having left the hills, comes gliding through a green plain on the right, and then on across the Lancaster sands, where its shifty channel has been the death-bed of many a gallant man. Now we came to Silverdale Station, where brown~ faced, stalwart men were unloading timber, or lounging about the whole some looking, work-a-day village. In a few minutes we are Off again. Gardens, and comfortable stone-built farm-houses, and little orchards all white with apple-blossom are ?itting past, and the ragged» summits Of Cartmel Fells draw nearer to the eye.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
Contributors
Author
Edwin Waugh
Published Date -
ISBN - 9780266695240
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.3 cm
Page Count - 53
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Contributors
Author
Edwin Waugh
Published Date -
ISBN - 9781332232710
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.3 cm
Page Count - 55
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