ir；　gray　moor　walled　up　to　heaven。
  A　quiet；　silent；　rich；　happy　place；　a　narrow　crack　cut　deep　into　the　earth；　so　deep；　and　so　out　of　the　way；　that　the　bad　bogies　can　hardly　find　it　out。　　The　name　of　the　place　is　Vendale；　and　if　you　want　to　see　it　for　yourself；　you　must　go　up　into　the　High　Craven；　and　search　from　Bolland　Forest　north　by　Ingleborough；　to　the　Nine　Standards　and　Cross　Fell；　and　if　you　have　not　found　it；　you　must　turn　south；　and　search　the　Lake　Mountains；　down　to　Scaw　Fell　and　the　sea；　and　then；　if　you　have　not　found　it；　you　must　go　northward　again　by　merry　Carlisle；　and　search　the　Cheviots　all　across；　from　Annan　Water　to　Berwick　Law；　and　then；　whether　you　have　found　Vendale　or　not；　you　will　have　found　such　a　country；　and　such　a　people；　as　ought　to　make　you　proud　of　being　a　British　boy。
  So　Tom　went　to　go　down；　and　first　he　went　down　three　hundred　feet　of　steep　heather；　mixed　up　with　loose　brown　grindstone；　as　rough　as　a　file；　which　was　not　pleasant　to　his　poor　little　heels；　as　he　came　bump；　stump；　jump；　down　the　steep。　　And　still　he　thought　he　could　throw　a　stone　into　the　garden。
  Then　he　went　down　three　hundred　feet　of　lime…stone　terraces；　one　below　the　other；　as　straight　as　if　a　carpenter　had　ruled　them　with　his　ruler　and　then　cut　them　out　with　his　chisel。　　There　was　no　heath　there；　but　…
  First；　a　little　grass　slope；　covered　with　the　prettiest　flowers；　rockrose　and　saxifrage；　and　thyme　and　basil；　and　all　sorts　of　sweet　herbs。
  Then　bump　down　a　two…foot　step　of　limestone。
  Then　another　bit　of　grass　and　flowers。
  Then　bump　down　a　one…foot　step。
  Then　another　bit　of　grass　and　flowers　for　fifty　yards；　as　steep　as　the　house…roof；　where　he　had　to　slide　down　on　his　dear　little　tail。
  Then　another　step　of　stone；　ten　feet　high；　and　there　he　had　to　stop　himself；　and　crawl　along　the　edge　to　find　a　crack；　for　if　he　had　rolled　over；　he　would　have　rolled　right　into　the　old　woman's　garden；　and　frightened　her　out　of　her　wits。
  Then；　when　he　had　found　a　dark　narrow　crack；　full　of　green…stalked　fern；　such　as　hangs　in　the　basket　in　the　drawing…room；　and　had　crawled　down　through　it；　with　knees　and　elbows；　as　he　would　down　a　chimney；　there　was　another　grass　slope；　and　another　step；　and　so　on；　till　…　oh；　dear　me！　　I　wish　it　was　all　over；　and　so　did　he。　And　yet　he　thought　he　could　throw　a　stone　into　the　old　woman's　garden。
  At　last　he　came　to　a　bank　of　beautiful　shrubs；　white…beam　with　its　great　silver…backed　leaves；　and　mountain…ash；　and　oak；　and　below　them　cliff　and　crag；　cliff　and　crag；　with　great　beds　of　crown…ferns　and　wood…sedge；　while　through　the　shrubs　he　could　see　the　stream　sparkling；　and　hear　it　murmur　on　the　white　pebbles。　　He　did　not　know　that　it　was　three　hundred　feet　below。
  You　would　have　been　giddy；　perhaps；　at　looking　down：　　but　Tom　was　not。　　He　was　a　brave　little　chimney…sweep；　and　when　he　found　himself　on　the　top　of　a　high　cliff；　instead　of　sitting　down　and　crying　for　his　baba　（though　he　never　had　had　any　baba　to　cry　for）；　he　said；　〃Ah；　this　will　just　suit　me！〃　though　he　was　very　tired；　and　down　he　went；　by　stock　and　stone；　sedge　and　ledge；　bush　and　rush；　as　if　he　had　been　born　a　jolly　little　black　ape；　with　four　hands　instead　of　two。
  And　all　the　while　he　never　saw　the　Irishwoman　coming　down　behind　him。
  But　he　was　getting　terribly　tired　now。　　The　burning　sun　on　the　fells　had　sucked　him　up；　but　the　damp　heat　of　the　woody　crag　sucked　him　up　still　more；　and　the　perspiration　ran　out　of　the　ends　of　his　fingers　and　toes；　and　washed　him　cleaner　than　he　had　been　for　a　whole　year。　　But；　of　course；　he　dirtied　everything；　terribly　as　he　went。　　There　has　been　a　great　black　smudge　all　down　the　crag　ever　since。　　And　there　have　been　more　black　beetles　in　Vendale　since　than　ever　were　known　before；　all；　of　course；　owing　to　Tom's　having　blacked　the　original　papa　of　them　all；　just　as　he　was　setting　off　to　be　married；　with　a　sky…blue　coat　and　scarlet　leggins；　as　smart　as　a　gardener's　dog　with　a　polyanthus　in　his　mouth。
  At　last　he　got　to　the　bottom。　　But；　behold；　it　was　not　the　bottom　…　as　people　usually　find　when　they　are　coming　down　a　mountain。　　For　at　the　foot　of　the　crag　were　heaps　and　heaps　of　fallen　limestone　of　every　size　from　that　of　your　head　to　that　of　a　stage…waggon；　with　holes　between　them　full　of　sweet　heath…fern；　and　before　Tom　got　through　them；　he　was　out　in　the　bright　sunshine　again；　and　then　he　felt；　once　for　all　and　suddenly；　as　people　generally　do；　that　he　was　b…e…a…t；　beat。
  You　must　expect　to　be　beat　a　few　times　in　your　life；　little　man；　if　you　live　such　a　life　as　a　man　ought　to　live；　let　you　be　as　strong　and　healthy　as　you　may：　　and　when　you　are；　you　will　find　it　a　very　ugly　feeling。　　I　hope　that　that　day　you　may　have　a　stout　staunch　friend　by　you　who　is　not　beat；　for；　if　you　have　not；　you　had　best　lie　where　you　are；　and　wait　for　better　times；　as　poor　Tom　did。
  He　could　not　get　on。　　The　sun　was　burning；　and　yet　he　felt　chill　all　over。　　He　was　quite　empty；　and　yet　he　felt　quite　sick。　　There　was　but　two　hundred　yards　of　smooth　pasture　between　him　and　the　cottage；　and　yet　he　could　not　walk　down　it。　　He　could　hear　the　stream　murmuring　only　one　field　beyond　it；　and　yet　it　seemed　to　him　as　if　it　was　a　hundred　miles　off。
  He　lay　down　on　the　grass　till　the　beetles　ran　over　him；　and　the　flies　settled　on　his　nose。　　I　don't　know　when　he　would　have　got　up　again；　if　the　gnats　and　the　midges　had　not　taken　compassion　on　him。　But　the　gnats　blew　their　trumpets　so　loud　in　his　ear；　and　the　midges　nibbled　so　at　his　hands　and　face　wherever　they　could　find　a　place　free　from　soot；　that　at　last　he　woke　up；　and　stumbled　away；　down　over　a　low　wall；　and　into　a　narrow　road；　and　up　to　the　cottage…door。
  And　a　neat　pretty　cottage　it　was；　with　clipped　yew　hedges　all　round　the　garden；　and　yews　inside　too；　cut　into　peacocks　and　trumpets　and　teapots　and　all　kinds　of　queer　shapes。　　And　out　of　the　open　door　came　a　noise　like　that　of　the　frogs　on　the　Great…A；　when　they　know　that　it　is　going　to　be　scorching　hot　to…morrow　…　and　how　they　know　that　I　don't　know；　and　you　don't　know；　and　nobody　knows。
  He　came　slowly　up　to　the　open　door；　which　was　all　hung　round　with　clematis　and　roses；　and　then　peeped　in；　half　afraid。
  And　there　sat　by　the　empty　fireplace；　which　was　filled　with　a　pot　of　sweet　herbs；　the　nicest　old　woman　that　ever　was　seen；　in　her　red　petticoat；　and　short　dimity　bedgown；　and　clean　white　cap；　with　a　black　silk　handkerchief　over　it；　tied　under　her　chin。　　At　her　feet　sat　the　grandfather　of　all　the　cats；　and　opposite　her　sat；　on　two　benches；　twelve　or　fourteen　neat；　rosy；　chubby　little　children；　learning　their　Chris…cross…row；　and　gabble　enough　they　made　about　it。
  Such　a　pleasant　cottage　it　was；　with　a　shiny　clean　stone　floor；　and　curious　old　prints　on　the　walls；　and　an　old　black　oak　sideboard　full　of　bright　pewter　and　brass　dishes；　and　a　cuckoo　clock　in　the　corner；　which　began　shouting　as　soon　as　Tom　appeared：　　not　that　it　was　frightened　at　Tom；　but　that　it　was　just　eleven　o'clock。
  All　the　children　started　at　Tom's　dirty　black　figure；　…　the　girls　began　to　cry；　and　the　boys　began　to　laugh；　and　all　pointed　at　him　rudely　enough；　but　Tom　was　too　tired　to　care　for　that。
  〃What　art　thou；　and　what　dost　want？〃　cried　the　old　dame。　　〃A　chimney…sweep！　　Away　with　thee！　　I'll　have　no　sweeps　here。〃
  〃Water；〃　said　poor　little　Tom；　quite　faint。
  〃Water？　　There's　plenty　i'　the　beck；〃　she　said；　quite　sharply。
  〃But　I　can't　get　there；　I'm　most　clemmed　with　hunger　and　drought。〃　And　Tom　sank　down　upon　the　door…step；　and　laid　his　head　against　the　post。
  And　the　old　dame　looked　at　him　through　her　spectacles　one　minute；　and　two；　and　three；　and　then　she　said；　〃He's　sick；　and　a　bairn's　a　bairn；　sweep　or　none。〃
  〃Water；〃　said　Tom。
  〃God　forgive　me！〃　and　she　put　by　her　spectacles；　and　rose；　and　came　to　Tom。　　〃Water's　bad　for　thee；　I'll　give　thee　milk。〃　　And　she　toddled　off　into　the　next　room；　and　brought　a　cup　of　milk　and　a　bit　of　bread。
  Tom　drank　the　milk　off　at　one　draught；　and　then　looked　up；　revived。
  〃Where　didst　come　from？〃　said　the　dame。
  〃Over　Fell；　there；〃　said　Tom；　and　pointed　up　into　the　sky。
  〃Over　Harthover？　and　down　Lewthwaite　Crag？　　Art　sure　thou　art　not　lying？〃
  〃Why　should　I？〃　said　Tom；　and　leant　his　head　against　the　post。
  〃And　how　got　ye　up　there？〃
  〃I　came　over　from　the　Place；〃　and　Tom　was　so　tired　and　desperate　he　had　no　heart　or　time　to　think　of　a　story；　so　he　told　all　the　truth　in　a　few　words。
  〃Bless　thy　little　heart！　　And　thou　hast　not　been　stealing；　then？〃
  〃No。〃
  〃Bless　thy　little　heart！　and　I'll　warrant　not。　　Why；　God's　guided　the　bairn；　because　he　was　innocent！　　Away　from　the　Place；　and　over　Harthover　Fell；　and　down　Lewthwaite　Crag！　　Who　ever　heard　the　like；　if　God　hadn't　led　him？　　Why　dost　not　eat　thy　bread？〃
  〃I　can't。〃
  〃It's　good　enough；　for　I　made　it　myself。〃
  〃I　can't；〃　said　Tom；　and　he　laid　his　head　on　his　knees；　and　then　asked　…
  〃Is　it　Sunday？〃
  〃No；　then；　why　should　it　be？〃
  〃Because　I　hear　the　church…bells　ringing　so。〃
  〃Bless　thy　pretty　heart！　　The　bairn's　sick。　　Come　wi'　me；　and　I'll　hap　thee　up　somewhere。　　If　thou　wert　a　bit　cleaner　I'd　put　thee　in　my　own　bed；　for　the　Lord's　sake。　　But　come　along　here。〃
  But　when　Tom　tried　to　get　up；　he