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a range of downs bordering one of Lord Lecon- 

 field's woods, miles and miles and miles long. 

 Had I been sound up to this I must go to make 

 myself qualmy inside with wild raspberries out in 

 the open, also strawberries on the edge of the 

 rides engineered with eight or more dials from 

 any number of centres. Lord help the inexperi- 

 enced stranger lost in these woods. He might 

 take a week to get out and not see a soul all the 

 while. 



Then there are the chains of villages from 

 Lavant by West Dean, Singleton, Charleton, 

 East Dean, worth exploring. I have been, and 

 still would go through these if only to fossick 

 about the stabling and pick up cues from the 

 plates bearing names of winners housed at the 

 various yards, calling to mind generations of 

 bygone equine celebrities — their owners, trainers, 

 riders, and '' schools," mostly all passed away into 

 forgotten memories, only revived by Turf students 

 who, speaking by the book or record, make very 

 skeleton stories of true happenings. 



And then the rivers. You've been to school, 

 how many rivers are there in Sussex? Quick 

 now ! I know three through experience as an 

 angler and a navigator — the Ouse, which might 

 be a deal better than it is ; the Adur, about 

 whose estuary arms I could amuse myself for 

 many a day ; and the, in many places, dangerous 

 Arun, good for the angler from mouth to source — 

 perhaps I ought to begin at the beginning and 

 turn the ends round — and affording variety of 

 scenery not to be equalled by many far more 

 pretentious streams. One of the ambitions of 

 my life was in connection with the Arun, and 

 will never be gratified. I did want very much 



