from it. The water is as clear as crystal, but tinges of a buff colour the rocks and stones it rolls over.
Close by a small cave below Gordale Scar, is a low waterfall; the trees hanging over it, and the scenery about it, are very picturesque, but on a small scale. At the approach to Gordale Scar, for a quarter of a mile, springs rise at every ten steps.
The alehouse at the village of Maum affords no entertainment for man, and but little for horses: the people too are the most stupid I ever met with, I could procure no information; and it was with difficulty I got a guide, who at last was only a lout of a boy, who could just lead the way to the left, a mile to Gordale Scar; and to the right afterwards, half a mile, to Maum Tor.
Maum Tor is a prodigious pile of rock, shelf upon shelf, rising perpendicularly to an amazing height, at least a hundred yards. Its breadth may be from fifty to eighty yards. From the top, slopes down on each side, a rugged moor. The top itself is a wild moor, full of bogs. In hard rains a cataract tumbles from the top to the bottom of
