THE FERN TAR A DISK. 



three miles back again through Darlington Wood, 

 will be a delight and a study of the rarest kind 

 for the Fern lover. 



Just a short description of the delightful 

 suburbs at this part of Totnes before we dis- 

 appear under the canopy of green trees that in a 

 few moments will shut out the pretty little town. 

 We cross a brook which skirts a flower-bespangled 

 meadow, and flows darkly on by the side of a 

 shady thicket. Then we plunge under a grove 

 of elms, and emerging from these catch a fine 

 view of church, castle, and town, sweeping up- 

 wards to the left along an upland, on which 

 orchards and fruit-gardens also nestle. Then we 

 near the railway station, and are greeted by the 

 * puff ' of a passing train on crossing the railway 

 bridge. One moment more, and town and rail- 

 way are hidden from view as we get away into 

 the green and winding road to Ashburton. A 

 little further on we mount a hill, and turning round 

 we may catch a last peep of the town nestling 

 down a little below us, its houses just seen be- 

 tween the leafy interstices of the arching trees 

 which overhang the road we have already passed. 



