Bagworthy

But when I was turned fourteen years old, and put into good small-clothes, buckled at the knee, and strong blue worsted hosen, knitted by my mother, it happened to me without choice, I may say, to explore the Bagworthy water.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

‘I was ignorant of that, your worship; yet I knew of her high descent from the Doones of Bagworthy.’

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

It seemed a sad business to go back now and tell Annie there were no loaches; and yet it was a frightful thing, knowing what I did of it, to venture, where no grown man durst, up the Bagworthy water.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

How I clomb up, and across the clearing, and found my way home through the Bagworthy forest, is more than I can remember now, for

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

Bagworthy water ran out of Doone valley, a mile or so from the mouth of it.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

But now, although my sister Annie came to keep me company, and was not to be parted from me by the tricks of the Lynn stream, because I put her on my back and carried her across, whenever she could not leap it, or tuck up her things and take the stones; yet so it happened that neither of us had been up the Bagworthy water.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

But about two miles below our farm, the Bagworthy water runs into the Lynn, and makes a real river of it.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

For we were come to Bagworthy forest, the blackest and the loneliest place of all that keep the sun out.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

So I put the bag round my back again, and buckled my breeches far up from the knee, expecting deeper water, and crossing the Lynn, went stoutly up under the branches which hang so dark on the Bagworthy river.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

My dear father had been killed by the Doones of Bagworthy, while riding home from Porlock market, on the Saturday evening.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004