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ing their characteristic grace over the whole. As 

 we advance, however, cultivation becomes sparse 

 and sparser still. The heights become too steep 

 for anything but their own wild growth. There is, 

 however, even until the unbroken moor is reached, 

 a grand intermingling of wooded and barren steeps, 

 of hilly corn-fields, and heather and fern-covered 

 heights. Then we pause at the extremity of the 

 branch line to Moretonhampstead. 



Now begins the moorland walk, extending away 

 for some three or four miles to Fingle Bridge. 

 Along the entire distance there is spread out for 

 the fern-lover a continual feast. For a short 

 way the path winds by the side of a meadow, 

 then crosses, at the end of a small thicket, a 

 fern-fringed brook; then ascends a steep upland, 

 and then for two miles it takes a course which 

 includes all the wild and varied beauties of moor- 

 land scenery. Now the interchained peaks of 

 Dartmoor carry the eye away over a grand 

 stretch of country, the vividly-coloured landscape 

 losing in freshness, but losing nothing in grandeur, 

 as the dimness of distance causes it to melt away 



