“…mists as chill as death wandered to the impulse of the east winds along those purple peaks, and rolled down ‘ing’ and holm until they blended with the frozen fog of the beck.”
I was reading rapidly along when I met this phrase and tried to wrap my brain around it. Don’t believe I’ve ever run into an “ing,” a “holm,” or a “beck” in our state, Jane. Thankfully my Norton Critical Edition rescued me from rising to find my dictionary by informing me that a “beck” is a brook, an “ing” is a nearby meadow, and a “holm” is a low-lying ground beside a brook. Also, apparently, these are familiar terms in northern England.
Now that I’m familiar, I can begin planning my trip to northern England. I’d like to see what frozen fog along a brook looks like!
(This is all in Chapter 9, in case you were wondering.)