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only thing he could do — 'ang 'is 'ead and hexit." 

 A saying which lasted me till I came to another 

 fort by Betchworth Clump, and that very 

 excellent little roadside inn which the noble 

 conqueror cited would have called the 'And in 

 'And. If, on my recommendation, Refereaders 

 do not look up the little inn from Betchworth, on 

 the South-Eastern ; or Dorking, South-Eastern 

 or South Coast ; or Burford Bridge, South Coast 

 Railway stations, and take their fill of the 

 wonderful views from the ridges, and explore 

 the downs at the woodlands, in which they are 

 free to wander at discretion and with discretion, 

 they will have themselves to blame. I never 

 have myself been to blame in this regard, nor 

 for neglecting Headley, Walton - on - the - Hill, 

 Banstead, Nork, or any of those places, when I 

 had an opportunity of looking them up. Some 

 day, perhaps, when a hard frost prevents racing 

 at Epsom Summer Meeting, I may be able to 

 take a turn under rather more favourable condi- 

 tions than obtained while I was trapesing round 

 last week, making the best of my holiday in the 

 mire — mire I write — but, bless you, thawing 

 ploughed fields are nothing to cross when you 

 are used to them, unless you are conscientiously 

 worried about taking the proprietor's freehold 

 away on your boots. Towards the end of the 

 day, as the ground became more and more 

 giving, it came to be quite enjoyable, so easy it 

 was to the feet, though the railway officials did 

 not seem to be fond of my custom when I wanted 

 to take a lift for two or three miles to rest my 

 faithful long-haired dog, who will never interfere 

 with a fellow-passenger so long as he has a 

 comfortable seat. Perhaps they recognised the 



