They all left the marks of their glaived hands upon it.
From Hexham I faced northward and followed the North Tyne up through a very picturesque and romantic valley, thickly wooded and studded with baronial mansions, parks, castles and residences of gentry, with comfortable farm-houses looking sunny and cheerful on the green hill slopes and on the quiet banks of the river.

I saw fields of wheat quite green, looking as if they needed another month's sun to fit them for harvesting.

Lodged in a little village about eight miles from Hexham.

The next day walked on to the little hamlet of Fallstones, a distance of about twenty miles.

As I ascended the valley, the scene changed rapidly.