THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Skinningrove has railway-sidings and branch-lines running down to it, and on the hill above the cottages stands a cluster of blast-furnaces.  In the daylight they are merely ugly, but at night they form a strange silhouette of steel cylinders and connecting girders against a blue-black sky, with silent masses of flame leaping into the heavens.

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Down below, Saltwick Nab runs out a bare black arm into the sea, which even in the calmest weather angrily foams along the windward side.  Beyond the sturdy lighthouse that shows itself a dazzling white against the hot blue of the heavens commence innumerable gullies.  Each one has its trickling stream, and bushes and low trees grow to the limits of the shelter afforded by the ravines; but in the open there is nothing higher than the waving corn or the stone walls dividing the pastures – a silent testimony to the power of the north-east wind.

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