A WEEK AT A FARMHOUSE. 



LETTER No. I. 



[1886. 



" Here, at least, I'll stay no longer let me seek for some 



abode. 

 Deep in some provincial country far from rail or turnpike 



road ; j 



There to break all links of habit, and to find a secret charm 

 In the mysteries of manuring and the produce of a farm." 

 BROMLEY DAVENPORT, Lowesby Hall. 



HERE shall I spend my holiday ? 

 It is now just two years since I 

 performed those piscatorial ex- 

 ploits in pleasant Dove Dale, which I ventured 

 to record in a small volume entitled "An 

 Amateur Angler's Days in Dove Dale." Last 

 year my destiny carried me across the 

 Atlantic to " Frank's Ranche" in the Rocky 

 Mountains. All the long months which have 

 intervened have been spent in the usual mill 

 months long enough and weary enough to 

 make me forget the disasters that befell me 



