FOOTPATHS 



fragments of chalk and flint which stand in the 

 water, and are to them as rocks. 



Another footpath leads from the road across 

 the meadows to where the brook is spanned by the 

 strangest bridge, built of brick, with one arch, but 

 only just wide enough for a single person to walk, 

 and with parapets only four or five inches high. 

 It is thrown aslant the stream, and not straight 

 across it, and has a long brick approach. It is not 

 unlike on a small scale the bridges seen in 

 views of Eastern travel. Another path leads to a 

 hamlet, consisting of a church, a farmhouse, and 

 three or four cottages a veritable hamlet in every 

 sense of the word. 



In a village a few miles distant, as you walk 

 between cherry and pear orchards, you pass a little 

 shop the sweets and twine and trifles are such 

 as may be seen in similar windows a hundred miles 

 distant. There is the very wooden measure for 

 nuts, which has been used time out of mind, in the 

 distant country. Out again into the road as the 

 sun sinks, and westwards the wind lifts a cloud of 

 dust, which is lit up and made rosy by the rays 

 passing through it. For such is the beauty of the 

 sunlight that it can impart a glory even to dust. 



Once more, never go by a stile (that does not 

 look private) without getting over it and following 

 the path. But they all end in one place. After 

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