CHAPTER III. 



FER^Y RAMBLES IN SOUTH DEVON. 



HAT can be more delightful for the 

 !B) tired and jaded dwellers in our 

 crowded cities, after dragging on 

 an unhealthy existence during the 

 Ions: winter months within the 

 domain of bricks and mortar, than 

 a swift journey away out of the smoke, 

 the bustle, the din, and the worry of city 

 life, in the joyous month of May? A 

 swift journey it must be, so that the dis- 

 agreeable surroundings of the town may be 

 rapidly left behind, and the loveliness of the 

 fields and hedge-rows may, as rapidly, burst on 

 the tired eyes tired, that is to say, of the stale 

 sight of paved streets and tall houses, but eager, 



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