el of the ground, and can therefore be
followed fairly easily where it has not been taken up to build walls for
enclosures. Of greater antiquity, but much more easily discovered, are
the bride stones close at hand on Sleights Moor. Several of the stones
have fallen, but three of them are still standing erect, the tallest
being 7 feet high. It is not easy to discover any particular form from
the standing and recumbent stones, for they neither make a circle nor do
they seem to be directed to any particular point of the compass; but it
is quite possible that these monoliths were put up by Early Man as a
means of recording the seasons, in somewhat the same manner as
Stonehenge is an example of the orientated temple of Neolithic times.

If we go down into the valley beneath us by a road bearing south-west,
we shall find ourselves at Beck Hole, where there is a pretty group of
stone cottages, backed by some tall firs. The Eller Beck is crossed by a
stone bridge close to its confluence with the Mirk Esk. Above the
bridge, a footpath among the huge boulders winds its way by the side of
the rushing beck to Thomasin Foss, where the little river falls in two
or three broad silver bands into a considerable pool. Great masses of
overhanging rock, shaded by a leafy roof, shut in the brimming waters.

It is not difficult to find the way from Beck Hole to the Roman camp on
the hillside towards Egton Bridge. The Roman road from Cawthorn goes
right through it, but beyond this it is not easy to trace, although
fragments have been discovered as far as Aislaby, all pointing to
Dunsley or Sandsend Bay. Round the shoulder of the hill we come down
again to the deeply-wooded valley of the Esk. No river can be seen, but
when we enter the shade of the trees the sound of many waters fills the
air. What was once a thick green roof is now thin and yellow, and under
our feet is a yielding carpet of soft brown and orange leaves. Rare and
luxuriant mosses grow at the foot of the trees, on dead wood, and on the
damp stones, and everywhere the rich woodland scent of decay meets the
nostrils. In the midst of all these evidences of rampant natural
conditions we come to Glaisdale End, where a graceful stone bridge of a
single arch stands over the rushing stream. The initials of the builder
and the date appear on the eastern side of what is now known as the
Beggar's Bridge. It was formerly called Firris Bridge, after the
builder, but the popular interest in