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APRIL IN BROADLAND. 



fertile fields, the wooded hills beyond them forming an abrupt horizon. Here and 

 there some grey and ivy-mantled church-tower marks the site of a village, the 

 red-tiled houses of which peer out from among the trees that guard it. 



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Our horse's hoofs are once more smiting the road which trends towards the 



smoky town. A small brick 

 bridge spans the tributary 

 river that loses its identity in 

 the narrow neck of a reed- 

 surrounded Broad. The very 

 reeds which line its banks 

 link their roots with those 

 which will be shortly wav- 

 ing their lanceolate leaves 

 over the waters of the lagoon. 

 A quaint Norfolk wherry lies 

 moored beside the little 

 staith against the bridge. 

 She is laden with bricks, 

 which have been carted up 

 from a neighbouring village. 



A NORFOLK WHERRY. 



