About thirty years ago I was selected by two rich old maids to visit a property in that part of Lancashire which
lies near the famous forest of Pendle, with which Mr. Ainsworth's "Lancashire Witches" has made us so
pleasantly familiar. My business was to make partition of a small property, including a house and demesne to
which they had, a long time before, succeeded as coheiresses.
The last forty miles of my journey I was obliged to post, chiefly by cross-roads, little known, and less
frequented, and presenting scenery often extremely interesting and pretty. The picturesqueness of the
landscape was enhanced by the season, the beginning of September, at which I was travelling.