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of heath makes one feel glad and thankful that the 

 power and opportunity of watching and enjoying the 

 living wonders of the great Creator has been given to 

 man. I am humbly grateful for my share of this 

 gift, and I lose myself for a while in wondering at 

 the agnostics, so called ; also at the disciples of the 

 theory of evolution, whom, I confess, I regard with 

 feelings not unmixed with aversion. 



In thinking of some of these I lose my head, it 

 seems, and am brought out of my moralisings some- 

 what abruptly by having put my foot in a rabbit's 

 burrow, which sends me sprawling over the heather 

 in one direction and my trusty ash stick in another. 



The great heath or down in front of us is like 

 a vast many-coloured carpet. The autumn weather 

 has been gracious : all is changing, yet nothing has 

 decayed. Delicate harebells nod on their stems all 

 around — in fact, there is a profusion of wild flowers ; 

 heath, whortleberry plants, and the trailing species 

 • of bramble glow with bright shades and many varied 

 tones in the sunshine ; fine juniper-trees and firs 

 give strength and depth to the whole. Already we 

 begin to inhale the aromatic healing odour of the 

 fir-woods, through which our way will soon lead 



