To see Ennerdale as it should be seen, and to get a clear idea of the surrounding district, there is no better plan than to mount from Buttermere to Red Pike-the Rigi of Cumberland-and from there follow with eye and, if necessary, map the following account of a 'run,' telling how 'oald Jobby o' Smeathat tallyho't a fox ya Sunday mworning, just as day brak, oot ov a borran o' steeans, abeunn Flootern Tarn, i' Herdas end; an' hoo it teukk ower be t' Cleugh gill an' t' hoonds viewt him sa hard 'at he teuk t' Broadwater an' swam 'cross t' hee end on't, an t' dogs went roond an' Oop t' Side Wood ...
"Climbing in The British Isles. Vol. 1 - England"
W. P. Haskett Smith
"She come Oop," went on the steward with much dramatic illustration.
"Command"
William McFee
With these young men the handsome, tall engraver was extremely popular; they called him "the Skipper," or "Old Tooch-it-Oop" behind his back, in token of his Northumbrian accent, but to his friends he was generally known as "Daddy Longlegs," or "Daddy Landells."
"The History of "Punch""
M. H. Spielmann