Over everything there were great discussions.

At Trowell they crossed again from Derbyshire into Nottinghamshire.

They came to the Hemlock Stone at dinner-time.

Its field was crowded with folk from Nottingham and Ilkeston.
They had expected a venerable and dignified monument.

They found a little, gnarled, twisted stump of rock, something like a decayed mushroom, standing out pathetically on the side of a field.