68 DYERS HOLLOW. 



" Here twice a day the Pamet fills, 

 The salt sea-water passes by." 



But the rising flood could make no "si- 

 lence in the hills; " for the Pamet, as I saw 

 it, is far too sedate a stream ever to be 

 caught "babbling." It has only some three 

 miles to run, and seems to know perfectly 

 well that it need not run fast. 



My room would have made an ideal study 

 for a lazy man, I thought, the two windows 

 facing straight into a sand-bank, above 

 which rose a steep hill, or perhaps I should 

 rather say the steep wall of a plateau, on 

 whose treeless top, all by themselves, or 

 with only a graveyard for company, stood 

 the Town Hall and the two village churches. 

 Perched thus upon the roof of the Cape, as 

 it were, and surmounted by cupola and bel- 

 fry, the hall and the "orthodox" church 

 made invaluable beacons, visible from far 

 and near in every direction. For three 

 weeks I steered my hungry course by them 

 twice a day, having all the while a pleasing 

 consciousness that, however I might skip the 

 Sunday sermon, I was by no means neglect- 

 ing my religious privileges. The second 

 and smaller meeting-house belonged to a 



