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Komatsu Forklift Truck Fd40ztu 10 133001 Up Operation Maintenance Manual Om304
Komatsu Forklift Truck Fd40ztu 10 133001 Up Operation Maintenance Manual Om304
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Type of Machine: Forklift Truck Type of Manual: Operation & Maintenance Manual
Model: Komatsu FD40ZTU-10 Forklift Truck Number of Pages: 268 Pages Serial
Number: 133001 & up Part Number: OM304
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when it fell from his shoulders, sank into the earth, and the stones
rose over it. There the chest remained, and still remains, only to be
recovered by the fortunate mortal to whom the fairy may appear in
the form of a hen or an ape. He has then but to stretch forth his
arm, seize the chest, and drag it out, in silence if he can, at all
events without swearing, or he will fail, as did that unfortunate
wight, who, uttering an oath in the moment of success, lost his hold
of the treasure, and saw the fairy no more as long as he lived.
We descended into the hollow between Addleborough and Stake
Fell, crossing on the way the natural terrace that runs along the
southern and western sides of the hill, to look at a cluster of heaps
of stone, and low, irregular walls or fences, the plan of which
appears to show a series of enclosures opening one into the other.
My friend had long made up his mind that these were the remains of
an ancient British village. For my part, I could not believe that a
village old as the Roman conquest would leave vestiges of such
magnitude after the lapse of nearly two thousand years; whereupon,
arguments, and learned ones, were adduced, until I half admitted
the origin assigned. But a few days later I saw an enclosure in
Wharfedale identical in form with any one of these, used as a
sheepfold, and all my doubts came back with renewed force. In the
ordnance maps, the description is “ancient enclosures;” and, to give
an off-hand opinion, it appears to me probable that this outlying
hollow may have been chosen as a safe place for the flocks in the
troublous days of old.
Stake Fell is 1843 feet in height, rising proudly on our left. Beneath
us, in the valley Ray or Roedale, a branch of Wensleydale, spreads
Simmer Water, a lake of one hundred and five acres. Shut in by hills,
and sprinkled with wood around its margin, it beautifies and enlivens
the landscape. It abounds in trout, moreover, and bream and
grayling, and any one who chooses may fish therein, as well as in
the Ure, all the way down to Bainbridge, and farther. The river trout
are considered far superior to those of the lake. We made haste
down, after a pause to observe the view, for dinner awaited us in a
pleasant villa overlooking the bright rippling expanse.
When we started anew, some two hours later, our hospitable
entertainer would accompany us. We walked round the foot of the
lake, and saw on the margin, near the break where the Bain flows
out, two big stones which have lain in their present position ever
since the devil and a giant pelted one another from hill to hill across
the water. To corroborate the legend, there yet remain on the stones
the marks—and prodigious ones they are—of the Evil One’s hands.
To me the marks appeared more like the claws of an enormous bird,
compared with which Dr. Mantell’s Dinornis would be but a chicken.
Long, long ago, while the Apostles still walked the earth, a poor old
man wandered into Raydale, where a large city then stood, and
besought alms from house to house. Every door was shut against
him, save one, an humble cot without the city wall, where the
inmates bade him welcome, and set oaten bread and milk cheese
before him, and prepared him a pallet whereon to sleep. On the
morrow the old man pronounced a blessing on the house and
departed; but as he went forth, he turned, and looking on the city,
thus spake: