At the top of the green mountain I met with some neat country girls,
who were milking their cows, and coming this same way with their
milk-pails on their heads.
This little rural party formed a beautiful group when some of them
with their milk-pails took shelter, as it began to rain, under a
part of the rock, beneath which they sat down on natural stone
benches, and there, with pastoral innocence and glee, talked and
laughed till the shower was over.
My way led me into the town, from whence I now write, and which I
intend leaving in order to begin my journey back to London, but I
think I shall not now pursue quite the same road.
CHAPTER XII.
Northampton.
When I took my leave of the honest shoemaker in Castleton, who would
have rejoiced to have accompanied me, I resolved to return, not by
Tideswell, but by Wardlow, which is nearer.
I there found but one single inn, and in it only a landlady, who
told me that her husband was at work in the lead mines, and that the
cavern at Castleton, and all that I had yet seen, was nothing to be
compared to these lead mines.
