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the down, and push 3'our wa}- through one of those 

 extensive nutwoods which grow on the hills, acres 

 and acres of hazel bushes, suddenly 3'ou come to 

 the edge of a steep cliff, falling all but perpendicu- 

 larly, and lo ! at the foot is a winding river, bordered 

 by broad green meads dotted with roan-and-white 

 cattle. 



Here in the season the angler maj' be seen skil- 

 fully tempting the speckled trout. Across the meads 

 a grove of elm and oak, and the dull red pf old houses 

 diml}' seen between, and the low dark crenellated 

 tower of a village church. Behind the downs rise 

 again, their slopes in spring a mass of color — green 

 corn, squares of bright yellow mustard, bright crim- 

 son trifolium, and brown fallows. 



