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CHAPTER VI. 



NO MAN'S LAND. 



So much has been said about our over- populated 

 country, that my title might be supposed to indicate 

 some Ultima Thule beyond seas. I have in my 

 mind's eye, however, stretches of table-land, com- 

 prising the border limits of the Wealds of Surrey, 

 Hampshire, Sussex, and Kent, which are, so far as 

 human beings are concerned, practically no man's 

 land. 



A walk of one hour from either of the three 

 stations that lie near to that much-frequented little 

 town in Surrey which was mentioned by Charles 

 Dickens in connection with Mr Samuel Weller and 

 the Reverend Mr Stiggins, will bring one to the top 

 of a breezy and well-wooded common, command- 



