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haps, never attached to the same number of acres in 

 any country or age. Thinking that this famous esta- 

 blishment would be a good starting point for my 

 pedestrian tour, I concluded to proceed thither first 

 by railway, and thence to walk northward, by easy 

 stages, through the fertile and rural county of Essex. 

 Taking an afternoon train, I reached Kelvedon about 

 5 p.m., the station for Tiptree, and a good specimen 

 of an English village, at two hour's ride from London. 

 Calling at the residence of a Friend, or Quaker, to inquire 

 the way to the Alderman's farm, he invited me to take 

 tea with him, and be his guest for the night, a hospi- 

 tality which I very gladly accepted, as it was a longer 

 walk to Tiptree than I had anticipated. After tea, my 

 host, who was a farmer as well as miller, took me over 

 his fields, and showed me his live stock, his crops of 

 wheat, barley, oats, beans, and roots, which were all 

 large and luxuriant, and looked like a tableau vivant of 

 plenty within the green hedges that enclosed and 

 adorned them. 



The next morning, after breakfast, my kind host set 

 me on the way to Tiptree by a footpath through alter- 

 nating fields of wheat, barley, oats, beans, and turnips, 

 into which an English farm is generally divided. These 

 footpaths are among the vested interests of the walking 

 public throughout the United Kingdom. Most of them 



