IN A GREEN COUNTRY 157 



of the electric trams the whole way. Only when I 

 got to the shade of the grey old priory church did I 

 feel that I was safely out of Pandemonium and on 

 the threshold of that county richest of all in wild 

 life which continually calls me back from all others, 

 east, west, and north, to its heaths and forests 

 and rivers. 



