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  THE 
  NATIONAL 
  GEOGRAPHIC 
  MAGAZINE 
  

  

  ph 
  by 
  R. 
  J. 
  Evai 
  

  

  THE 
  MARKET 
  PEACE 
  IN 
  EECHEADE 
  

  

  The 
  church 
  was 
  a 
  great 
  favorite 
  of 
  the 
  poet 
  Shelley, 
  who 
  wrote 
  a 
  poem 
  about 
  its 
  spire. 
  The 
  

   wide 
  street 
  and 
  houses 
  of 
  stone 
  are 
  characteristic 
  of 
  the 
  district. 
  

  

  At 
  Tewkesbury 
  we 
  left 
  the 
  water 
  and 
  

   journeyed 
  by 
  train 
  to 
  Cricklade, 
  a 
  little 
  

   town 
  some 
  seven 
  miles 
  from 
  the 
  source 
  

   of 
  the 
  Thames. 
  

  

  At 
  Cricklade 
  the 
  river 
  is 
  little 
  more 
  

   than 
  a 
  rivulet 
  — 
  in 
  fact, 
  the 
  local 
  people 
  

   all 
  referred 
  to 
  it 
  as 
  "the 
  Brook," 
  and 
  that 
  

   the 
  name 
  was 
  well 
  deserved 
  we 
  found 
  

   from 
  personal 
  experience. 
  

  

  The 
  first 
  eleven 
  miles 
  to 
  Lechlade 
  is 
  

   not 
  really 
  navigable 
  water, 
  and 
  for 
  most 
  

   of 
  the 
  distance 
  we 
  had 
  to 
  walk 
  in 
  the 
  bed 
  

   of 
  the 
  stream, 
  guiding 
  the 
  canoe 
  over 
  

   the 
  shallows, 
  which 
  occurred 
  every 
  few 
  

   yards, 
  while 
  if 
  there 
  were 
  sufficient 
  depth 
  

   of 
  water 
  our 
  progress 
  was 
  impeded 
  by 
  

   the 
  heavy 
  weeds, 
  which, 
  thanks 
  to 
  en- 
  

   forced 
  neglect 
  during 
  the 
  war, 
  were 
  a 
  

   formidable 
  obstacle. 
  

  

  At 
  Lechlade 
  the 
  river 
  becomes 
  navi- 
  

   gable, 
  though 
  from 
  here 
  to 
  Oxford 
  traffic 
  

   is 
  scanty, 
  and 
  it 
  is 
  rare 
  to 
  see 
  anything 
  

   larger 
  than 
  a 
  rowboat 
  (see 
  page 
  485). 
  

  

  The 
  river 
  winds 
  its 
  narrow, 
  tortuous 
  

   course 
  between 
  long, 
  level 
  meadows 
  or 
  

   rushy 
  banks. 
  Black 
  and 
  dun 
  cattle 
  wad- 
  

   ing 
  in 
  the 
  shallows 
  ; 
  an 
  old 
  bridge 
  or 
  a 
  

  

  comfortable 
  riverside 
  inn 
  haunted 
  by 
  

   anglers, 
  for 
  the 
  river 
  here 
  is 
  full 
  of 
  fish; 
  a 
  

   heron 
  winging 
  his 
  slow 
  way 
  home 
  — 
  these 
  

   are 
  the 
  most 
  exciting 
  scenes 
  in 
  a 
  day's 
  

   paddle. 
  But 
  though 
  this 
  country 
  is 
  not 
  on 
  

   the 
  grand 
  scale, 
  it 
  has 
  a 
  quiet 
  beauty 
  all 
  

   its 
  own, 
  which 
  is 
  remembered 
  when 
  more 
  

   spectacular 
  places 
  are 
  forgotten. 
  

  

  IN 
  LECHLADE, 
  WHOSE 
  CHURCH 
  SPIRE 
  

   SHELLEY 
  MADE 
  FAMOUS 
  

  

  Lechlade 
  is 
  a 
  Cotswokl 
  . 
  town, 
  built 
  

   round 
  the 
  wide 
  and 
  sunny 
  market-place, 
  

   from 
  one 
  side 
  of 
  which 
  rises 
  the 
  16th- 
  

   century 
  church, 
  with 
  its 
  spire 
  so 
  loved 
  by 
  

   the 
  poet 
  Shelley 
  (see 
  page 
  486). 
  The 
  

   houses 
  are 
  of 
  stone, 
  brick 
  being 
  a 
  rarity 
  

   in 
  the 
  Cotswolds, 
  and 
  have 
  an 
  air 
  of 
  

   mingled 
  spaciousness 
  and 
  dignity 
  which 
  

   is 
  most 
  attractive. 
  

  

  A 
  steady, 
  uneventful 
  paddle 
  of 
  fifteen 
  

   miles 
  brought 
  us 
  to 
  Newbridge, 
  which, 
  

   like 
  New 
  College 
  at 
  Oxford 
  and 
  the 
  New 
  

   Forest, 
  is 
  of 
  great 
  antiquity, 
  being 
  in 
  

   fact 
  the 
  oldest 
  bridge 
  on 
  the 
  river. 
  

  

  On 
  the 
  bank 
  is 
  the 
  old 
  inn 
  bearing 
  the 
  

   quaint 
  sign 
  of 
  "The 
  Rose 
  Revived." 
  Its 
  

  

  