16 WAYFARING NOTIONS 



than ask your way anywhere, I did get vexed with 

 myself for at first listening to local topographists 

 bound to be wrong, as they were. Still, they 

 could not make anyone put a foot wrong in such 

 lovely weather and grand country. An eminent 

 tradesman at Arundel sent me four miles round- 

 about. All extra blessings on his kindly head ! 

 I only wish he had directed me to wander forty 

 miles instead of four if only time and the legs for 

 the meander were available. 



I made a short cut from Arundel to Slindon, 

 going right through the Duke of Norfolk's park- 

 domesticated-downland de luxe to Whiteways 

 Gate, which is on the road from London by 

 Pulborough to Chichester and Portsmouth. 

 Getting on for two miles and a half it is through 

 this lovely holding of the Duke of Norfolk's. All 

 the way the intelligent observer can discover 

 objects of interest, views sylvan or romantic, 

 restricted to a visible horizon formed by the 

 wooded crests, with the thorn and maple, dotted 

 hollows, or far reaching as, for example, the vast 

 grand scape over Arunside to where Chancton- 

 bury Ring dominates a climbing scale of high 

 hills or the broad outlook northwards with Black 

 Rabbit's disused old chalk-pit standing up bluff as 

 a Derbyshire peak cliff in the foreground. 



If the domain and the ducal estate generally 

 was not so important, I would envy His Grace of 

 Norfolk. But I am, I expect, better off than he 

 as regards his property — richer except in thanks, 

 which I tender now, as I always do in spirit after 

 being privileged to make use, free, gratis, and for 

 nothing, of great folk's property. Bless me, 

 surely it is a thousand to one on the casual 

 visitor against the proprietor — at least, so 



