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THE LAST CRUISE OF THE CARNEGIE 



prove for us the most appreciated of entertainments. The charm- 

 ing country-phice of Dr. Atkins, situated beside an ancient 9th 

 century church in a quaint Cornish vilhige, will forever typify 

 in our minds the English ideal of a home. Lovely walks between 

 the characteristic hedges radiated out from the local tavern "St. 

 Anthony's Bells." Beside the highway on the western shore of 

 the Tamar River grew a magnificent oak tree, whose beauty so 

 fascinated us that we returned to photograph it the next day. 



This Fifteenth-century Building, Formerly Part of the Dominican Monastery 

 "Black friars" — now the home of the famous Plymouth Gin. 



Like the giant sequoias we were to see in California, it must have 

 had many tales to tell of the past. It had doubtless looked se- 

 renely down on the successive invasions of England a thousand 

 years before the Pilgrim Fathers sailed out of Plymouth. 



Our first Siuiday was devoted to an all-day motor-trip through 

 Devonshire. It did much to satisfy our hunger for a taste of the 

 green landscapes for which this country is famous. We struck 

 out inland over the rolling moors north and east of Plymouth; 

 lunched at Exeter; and returned along the coast through Dawlish 



