THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

And now we approach the pleasant, romantic, solitary, out-of-the-world vale of Bilsdale, with the best fishing stream in all the world, and thoroughly preserved.  Already night sets in with her invading glooms, the last blush of scarlet and gold has left the declining sun, the thin clouds one by one fall from the horizon toward the farthest bounds of ocean, only the twittering of the house-swallow, that affectionate farmer’s friend, is heard, or the shepherd calling to his dog among the hills, or the lone bleating of mountain sheep, far up among the invisible crags.

Ord/Sketches, 1845