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the others, the eight married men all have children 

 one has got six at home: they all smoke, and all 

 make a practice of spending at least two evenings each 

 week at the public-house." How, after paying for beer 

 and tobacco, they could support their families on the 

 few shillings that remained out of their wages was a 

 puzzle to him. 



But this is to digress. The prevalent blonde type 

 I have tried to describe is best seen in the northern 

 half of the county, but is not so accentuated on the east, 

 north, and west borders as in the ulterior villages. If, 

 as is commonly said, this people is Anglo-Saxon, it 

 must at some early period have mixed its blood with 

 that of a distinctly different race. This may have been 

 the Belgic or Brythonic, but as shape and face are 

 neither Celtic nor Saxon, the Brythons must have 

 already been greatly modified by some older and dif- 

 ferent race which they, or the Goidels before them, had 

 conquered and absorbed. It will be necessary to return 

 to this point by-and-by. 



Side by side with this, in a sense, dim and doubtful 

 people, you find the unmistakable Saxon, the thick- 

 set, heavy-looking, round-headed man with blue eyes 

 and light hair and heavy drooping mustachios a sort 

 of terrestrial walrus who goes erect. He is not abun- 

 dant as in Sussex, but is represented in almost any 

 village, and in these villages he is always like a bull- 

 dog or bull- terrier among hounds, lurchers, and many 

 other varieties, including curs of low degree. Mentally, 



