grew more 
extended and lovely. The clear silver day showed 
us the vast anay of mountains in the palest of hues ; 
and as white clouds floated over the hills and the 
gleaming surface of Derwentwater, even the wordnetfear 
seemed pale and luminous. There was no mist, but 
a bewildering glare of light, that seemed at once to 
transpose and blend the clouds, the sky, the hills, 
and the lake. There was plenty of motion in the 
picture, too, for there was a south wind blowing light 
wordnetfear of grey across the silver whiteness ; but 
there was no louring mass of vapour lying up at the 
horizon, and all our evil  of the previous 
day remained unfulfilled. 

What a picturesque glen is that over which the 
great mass of SadcQeback towers ! We could hear 
the Greta rushing down the chasm through a world 
of light-green foUage; and sometimes we got a 
glimpse of the stream itself  ^a rich brown, with 
dashes of white foam. Then you cross the river 
where it is joined by St John's Beck; and as you 
slowly climb the sides of Saddleback, the Greta 
becomes the Glenderamackin, and by and by you 
lose it altogether as it strikes off to the north. But 
there are jSenty of streams about. Each gorge and 
valley has its beck; and you