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a farm yard they asked the keeper's wife to tell them their way. She, 

 not altogether liking the look of the Field Club, who might be poachers 

 in disguise, seemed apprehensive for her poultry, and was much relieved 

 when her husband was observed returniug with his gun. He pointed 

 out the direction, but the forces were so scattered in seeking for con- 

 venient routes of descent upon the Goblin, that only three faithful 

 followers remained to aid their gallant captain, when with drawn 

 trowel he charged at the grey boulders on their left and captured the 

 position. The Polypodia were drawn up on the slope in loose skirmish- 

 ing order to the number of about 50, and they had to be dislodged by 

 cutting away the ground from under them. This was with some difficulty 

 accomplished, and many fine prisoners were takeu. Their feet were 

 loDg and branching. After a full resistance they suffered themselves 

 to be secured in paper bags. Passing through a doorway in the middle 

 of the valley, they at length reach an open space where two ways 

 meet. The right way was the wrong one, as two of the members dis- 

 covered to their cost, having followed it till it led them back to this 

 very spot again. It is now 3 miles to Nailsea Station and 4 to 

 Yatton Junction, from which points all return to Bath after a most 

 enjoyable day, marred only by a drizzling rain during the afternoon. 



Romsey and Rufus Stone. The excursion to Southerndown and 

 Kidwelly Castle, fixed for June 16th, having been for various 

 reasons postponed, the excursion to Romsey and Eufus Stone 

 took place on that day instead. 



The predicted storm never having come off, the members 

 mustered strongly on the morning of Tuesday, at the station. 

 Owing to the facilities kindly afforded by the authorities of the 

 G.W.R., a through-coach was provided for the party to Romsey, 

 and that station was reached at 11.25. Two brakes were soon 

 well filled, and a start made without delay for the Abbey. 

 Passing the Berthon lifeboat yard, a friendly hail from the Vicar 

 was responded to with alacrity by one of the brakes speedily 

 emptying its contents into the yard, whilst the second pursued 

 its own way somewhere. The Rev. E. Lyon Berthon, the 

 enthusiastic inventor of the portable folding lifeboats, has spent 

 the best part of a quarter of a century in perfecting liis admirable 



