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able coast, with never a harbour of refuge from a 

 north-westerly gale. Between us and Hartland rises 

 a far grander point, almost perpendicular to the sea, 

 which men call White Cliff, or Gallantry Bower. 

 Clovelly lies close to it on the side nearest to us. 

 Follow the coast line round, and a little to our right 

 front is Appledore Bar, some ten miles distant as the 

 crow flies, though the waves are apparently breaking 

 at our feet. To westward the land falls very rapidly 

 away from the point where we stand, tumbling in huge 

 bounds from hill to hill. You can see the valleys run- 

 ning southward which drain this high land and carry 

 its waters to the sea — the valley of the Bray, which 

 we have followed, and of the Yeo, running parallel to 

 it, past Arlington and Youlston, where the Chichesters 

 dwell, and into the Taw estuary by Pilton. Then, 

 turning round, you can follow the coast round by 

 Ilfracombe, Combe Martin, and Watermouth (home of 

 the Bassets), to Lynton, Culbone, and Porlock, and to 

 Weston-super-Mare for aught the writer knows. The 

 villages tucked under the cliffs you cannot see, but the 

 hills above them you can ; ay, and the Welsh coast 

 beyond, with Lundy Island standing stark and stiff in 

 mid channel, as a half-way house to rest the eye on. 

 But this view of wood and hill and cliff and sea is 



