THE MISTY MOORLAND. 



TT is the very heart of the moorland. On every 

 hand there stretch away to the horizon the hills 

 and hollows of the wide expanse. 



The heather is in its glory. Over the slopes there 

 hangs a rich glow of colour, here brightened by the 

 vivid tones of the heather, there softened with the 

 fainter purple of the ling. Here a belt of gorse adds 

 a touch of gold ; there the ground is covered with the 

 sober green of the bilberry. Scattered over the peat 

 earth that shows darkly through the rents of the 

 imperial mantle, are patches of grey lichen, tipped 

 with scarlet. 



