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might be seen, by the lighter colour of the soil, the straight line 
of road running directly for the Mound. Did it then run imme- 
diately beneath the hill, and was it therefore post-Roman, as Mr. 
Fergusson suggested ? Nothing of the sort; Sir John Lubbock, 
wishing to set this speculation at rest for ever, traced it with 
pick and spade along its straight course till near the foot of the 
hill, where it suddenly swerves south, passing round the base 
purposely to avoid it and resuming its direct course afterwards to 
the east. Thus the scientific use of the spade had corrected the 
unscientific use of the imagination ; and the Mound was prior to 
the road, and Stukeley was again correct. But who the people 
were who excavated from the surrounding soil and heaped up this 
huge pile, covering its 28 acres, and as the aneroid that day gave 
it, rising some 140 feet high, none could tell. That they did not 
belong to the iron age might, the Secretary thought, be taken as 
sufficiently proved.” Some rich grass meadows alone separated 
the members from their dinner ; these were soon crossed, and 
ample justice done to the excellent mutton, &c., that mine host of 
the Red Lion set beforethem. The “break” rolled pleasantly away 
over the downs to the old wooden barn at Cherill, where a halt 
was called whilst Mr. Talbot explained the construction of the 
roof of this curiously wood-pannelled 15th century building. By 
the time Calne was reached, the inhabitants had closed their shops 
for the day ; the open Church however invited an entrance. The 
somewhat curious Norman capitals of the Nave, the re-construction 
of the Chancel and tower by Inigo Jones, the latter a very credit- 
able piece of Perpendicular work for that eminently classic 
compiler, and the signs of a well-to-do look which abounded on 
all sides, brought the thoughts of the members from prehistoric 
archeology down to the more prosaic affairs of every day life ; 
and they came to the conclusion that pig killing was a profitable 
business. 
Worcester and Great Malvern—The equinoctial gales which 
broke up the fine warm weather of the early weeks in September, 
