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few scattered farmers who spun and wove thi
wool of the sheep of their moors. Below, in th<
valleys, sprawl smoky manufacturing towns anc
villages pouring their villainous smoke upwards
Seen from a distance, industrial England has its
moments of beauty ; some lights can glorify those
ugly masses of smoke and smut ; the sun from
above or some furnace glare from within, can
transfigure the dull coppery and leaden blankets
of fog and smoke enwrapping the towns, turn
their lividness into ethereal gold haloes against
which factories and chimneys stand out dim and
spectral shapes. And the closeness of these big,
squalid, sprawling towns to the endless, thunder-
cloud-coloured, undulating sea of moorland has a
strange charm for the imagination.