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Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,

And merrily bend the stile-a,

A merry heart goes all the day,

A sad one tires in a mile-a.

-Winter's Tale.

Let the reader conceive to himself a clear frosty November morning, the scene an open heath, having for the background that huge chain of mountains in which Skiddaw and Saddleback are preeminent