On the side of the county next to Lancashire is such a dreary waste and horrid, silent wilderness amongst the mountains, that certain little rivulets that creep here are called by the neighbourhood ‘Hell-becks’, rivers or streams of hell, and especially that at the head of the Ure, which runs under a bridge of a single rock in so deep a channel as to strike beholders with terror. In this part the goats, deer, and stags of extraordinary size, with branching horns, find a secure retreat.
Camden/Britannia (in Fletcher/Picturesque2)
It is a wild, solitary land, with great fells rising above the sparsely wooded valleys and great ravines dividing mountain from mountain. But wild and lonely as it is, it is not without its charm and its association. It is full of beauty indeed, to those who love great stretches of hilly country across which the shadows may come and go on bright, sunlit days. From its high places the traveller may look forth across vast prospects of hill and dale and on the lonely farmsteads and cottages where the dalesmen live out of the world.
Fletcher/Picturesque 2
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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