CHAPTER II. 



A PARADISE OF FEENS. 



into the heart of a Devon- 

 shire lane ! The time is mid- 

 summer, and the hot sun is pour- 

 ing down his rays with burning 

 intensity. But in yonder lane 

 trees on each hedge that bounds 

 the narrow pathway shoot up against the 

 sky, and folding over at the top, shut 

 out with their glorious masses of leaves 

 the fiery heat. Beneath, the coolness is 

 delicious, and the verdant foliage which bounds 

 the view on every side, tempts the enamoured 

 tourist to plunge into the depths of this 

 cool retreat. But the walk through it must 

 be a saunter, because its many and varied 



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