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2035044The Squire of Sandal-Side: A Pastoral Romancehttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-squire-of-sandal-side-a-pastoral-romance-1/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/632673/646cc781-c24c-45b3-8b80-26a7fb6d19ff.jpg?v=6383355836102700009797MXNLibrary of AlexandriaInStock/Ebooks/1994582The Squire of Sandal-Side: A Pastoral Romance9797https://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-squire-of-sandal-side-a-pastoral-romance-1/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/632673/646cc781-c24c-45b3-8b80-26a7fb6d19ff.jpg?v=638335583610270000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20219781465605290_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9781465605290_<p>There is a mountain called Seat-Sandal, between the Dunmail Raise and Grisedale Pass; and those who have stood upon its summit know that Grasmere vale and lake lie at their feet, and that Windermere, Esthwaite, and Coniston, with many arms of the sea, and a grand brotherhood of mountains, are all around them. There is also an old gray manor-house of the same name. It is some miles distant from the foot of the mountain, snugly sheltered in one of the loveliest valleys between Coniston and Torver. No one knows when the first stones of this house were laid. The Sandals were in Sandal-Side when the white-handed, waxen-faced Edward was building Westminster Abbey, and William the Norman was laying plans for the crown of England. Probably they came with those Norsemen who a century earlier made the Isle of Man their headquarters, and from it, landing on the opposite coast of Cumberland, settled themselves among valleys and lakes and mountains of primeval beauty, which must have strongly reminded them of their native land. For the prevailing names of this district are all of the Norwegian type, especially such abounding suffixes and prefixes asseat from set, a dwelling; dale from dal, a valley; fell from fjeld, a mountain; garth from gard, an enclosure; andthwaite, from thveit, a clearing. It is certain, also, that, in spite of much Anglo-Saxon admixture, the salt blood of the roving Viking is still in the Cumberland dalesman. Centuries of bucolic isolation have not obliterated it. Every now and then the sea calls some farmer or shepherd, and the restless drop in his veins gives him no peace till he has found his way over the hills and fells to the port of Whitehaven, and gone back to the cradling bosom that rocked his ancestors. But in the main, this lovely spot was a northern Lotus-land to the Viking. The great hills shut him in from the sight of the sea. He built himself a seat, and enclosed thwaites of greater or less extent; and, forgetting the world in his green paradise, was for centuries almost forgotten by the world. And if long descent and an ancient family have any special claim to be held honorable, it is among the Cumberland statesmen, or freeholders, it must be looked for in England. The Sandals have been wise and fortunate owners of the acres which Lgberg Sandal cleared for his descendants. They have a family tradition that he came from Iceland in his own galley; and a late generation has written out portions of a saga,long orally transmitted,which relates the incidents of his voyage. All the Sandals believe implicitly in its authenticity; and, indeed, though it is full of fighting, of the plunder of gold and rich raiment, and the carrying off of fair women, there is nothingimprobable in its relations, considering the people and the time whose story it professes to tell.</p>(*_*)9781465605290_<p>There is a mountain called Seat-Sandal, between the Dunmail Raise and Grisedale Pass; and those who have stood upon its summit know that Grasmere vale and lake lie at their feet, and that Windermere, Esthwaite, and Coniston, with many arms of the sea, and a grand brotherhood of mountains, are all around them. There is also an old gray manor-house of the same name. It is some miles distant from the foot of the mountain, snugly sheltered in one of the loveliest valleys between Coniston and Torver. No one knows when the first stones of this house were laid. The Sandals were in Sandal-Side when the white-handed, waxen-faced Edward was building Westminster Abbey, and William the Norman was laying plans for the crown of England. Probably they came with those Norsemen who a century earlier made the Isle of Man their headquarters, and from it, landing on the opposite coast of Cumberland, settled themselves among valleys and lakes and mountains of primeval beauty, which must have strongly reminded them of their native land. For the prevailing names of this district are all of the Norwegian type, especially such abounding suffixes and prefixes asseat from "set," a dwelling; dale from "dal," a valley; fell from "fjeld," a mountain; garth from "gard," an enclosure; andthwaite, from "thveit," a clearing. It is certain, also, that, in spite of much Anglo-Saxon admixture, the salt blood of the roving Viking is still in the Cumberland dalesman. Centuries of bucolic isolation have not obliterated it. Every now and then the sea calls some farmer or shepherd, and the restless drop in his veins gives him no peace till he has found his way over the hills and fells to the port of Whitehaven, and gone back to the cradling bosom that rocked his ancestors. But in the main, this lovely spot was a northern Lotus-land to the Viking. The great hills shut him in from the sight of the sea. He built himself a "seat," and enclosed "thwaites" of greater or less extent; and, forgetting the world in his green paradise, was for centuries almost forgotten by the world. And if long descent and an ancient family have any special claim to be held honorable, it is among the Cumberland "statesmen," or freeholders, it must be looked for in England. The Sandals have been wise and fortunate owners of the acres which Lgberg Sandal cleared for his descendants. They have a family tradition that he came from Iceland in his own galley; and a late generation has written out portions of a saga,long orally transmitted,which relates the incidents of his voyage. All the Sandals believe implicitly in its authenticity; and, indeed, though it is full of fighting, of the plunder of gold and rich raiment, and the carrying off of fair women, there is nothingimprobable in its relations, considering the people and the time whose story it professes to tell.</p>...9781465605290_Library of Alexandrialibro_electonico_aba96dbf-5dcb-3ea4-a9df-9e7c1e77e5f0_9781465605290;9781465605290_9781465605290Amelia EdithInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/markmoxford-epub-f1bbbd56-6b19-492d-a3c6-f9d438a66be9.epub2021-02-24T00:00:00+00:00Library of Alexandria